that's The question
of Modernity
when we cut ourselves
willingly
to inject our Arse's fat
into our hollow smiles
and evermore, distance
our future's from realising
reality's, True beauty
where do our dreams
phantom
our illusions of sincerity..
to what end, would future generations, bother
'try to find
yourself in the lies of society'
'Trembling, you open
the knots of entangled life,
to watch the baby sun.'
(a dwindling, self imploding
Sun!)-L. B. Mek
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