Escape

How easily do we lose our real selves in the process of loneliness.

Dude! Who’re you tryin’ to impress?

In the circus of body shaming, all I see is juggling of sex.

Go! Buy some tickets to enjoy the stretched eternal show.

Morons only ‘re they looking for their money to grow.

Pigeon-emotions, at stake to sale for seasons.

With the magic they do, considerate love got swine flu.

Money can get you that thing, leaving your soul naked with nothing.

I ask you again, who do you pout to impress?

Or, house heart permanently there to escape from your own loneliness?