SLIPPERY FROM GRASP.

Obscure is truth we all can see around us.

Blind folded by others impressions, labels

Positions, professional rank, work status...

Is the system, conditioned to dictating lives,

Numbed by it! The familiar society babble...

Which harbours stress, tensions, traumas,

Insecurities, fears, pressures, created nauseas...

Seeping, gloriously into the consciousness veil

Called 'making a living;' the fuel of existance

Within daily life's racial and cultural corners,

And for some, plastic surgery, synthetic skin

Beautification addiction, boosts vain practice...

A circle of thinking, narcissistic renew look order,

And Mother Nature cries, irrational behaviour

Promoting, 'Product society disorder syndrome'

Pushing natural boundaries and borders!

Pastime roulettes: lottery hopes to win millions

Heightened nebulas anticipation for a while

But followed quickly by disbelieving smiles,

As prime time viewing on television serves

To make idols, the pursuit of fame as to bathe

The id in glamour life styles,

Which constantly overwhelms and astounds

The heart, so transient is such wanting; On is...

Ambition's heat, then off; like riding to nowhere

on a battered school bus,

Wrapped in; and lost, in wearing fine paper...

clothes of illusion where...

Purpose and reason in true essence alludes us!