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Lost in Layers ?

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 ?

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