Looking at the world around me,
I no longer can comprehend why humans have selected the path of devotion,
To pleasures that last temporarily and tokens that brag endlessly, quickly losing their flavour.
A flavour that was never authentic,
A bad seed savagely embedded into the earth yielding blemished fruits.
And though the taste is evidently dead, so many are beguiled by insipid rewards gained through restless toiling in early hours and under the velvet sky.
Eyes that barely sleep, glued onto sugary delights, dreaming green and gold in slumber and wake.
Tears that never shed, breaths that never breathe and hands that never experienced the touch of life.
Floating around, jellyfish in water, an iridescent sensation that does not speak through the biting silence but rather through living it without regrets.
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