another daze work

Emitting the pulse of a fractured mind,
a drone is clear above our daily din of "how do you dos"
and "where have you beens".
We see our blind hero in his self acclaiming disease,
backed into another corner by glaring inconsistencies.
Another daze work,
another stale tale to sell,
he lives blindly trapped he owns his own hell.
Hopeless eyes that tell the story of his truly dire straits,
though we humor him in bearing his latest fantasy,
among the world's narcissistic greats...
and as we wonder what went wrong
for the deluded boy inside,
he cries out for our attention,
with bluntly pretentious pride.
Another daze work,
and no new tale to tell,
he talks on in his strife without knowing he's master of his own hell.
Hopeless eyes that tell the story of truly dire straits,
shouldn't someone wake him from this insanity,
instead of endorsing his cryptic fate?
A legendary faux,
a hero to himself,
another fictional character,
fallen from the shelf.