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?