Do we realize How many layers Of clothing are there, That we wear ? The first one being The skin, Keeping us intact, Whole and thin. The second one being The garments, Protecting us against The wild winds. And the third one being The accessories, And the luxuries, Electrifying our looks, While we try to be in Everyone's good books. In the fight to survive, In fact to thrive, Do we lose essence Of our purest being, Hiding behind the scenes, Of these extra layers And those extra skins ? Are we losing track Of our purpose And our quest, Just because we are So obsessed, With the colors and tones, With the beauty and bones ? Or it is all really a conspiracy To keep us stuck, In this modern rut Of belongings and Things, Accentuating our being In ways superficial, Yet they look beneficial ? Are we truly getting lost In becoming who we are not ?
I bleed my heart on paper through words.