We love the chaos We take pride in being busy We do not know what a morning feels like We are too busy checking emails gulping down breakfast. We are on the run to push through traffic to join the herd in a rush to finish that invisible race before time. For that trophy which Mom-Dad promised which even they could never figure out after years of chasing. When you step back, unplug you feel restless, you get called a loser, unambitious, a pauper. You realise this world is make - believe Built by trampling on others You survive this race by staying numb, pulling the other down, blind to the beauty of ordinary things living the false pride of a fat pay cheque feeling smug and complacent with expensive junk. #writing #poetrygram #closetpoet #irejectsociety