The Same Old Scene
Some people value themselves based on their
Looks, their hair styles and the clothes that they wear.
Indeed, their smart phones are so de rigueur
To them they're transfixed. They don't stop and stare
To see the life that's flowing all around
Them. They're distracted by asinine sounds
And crass images from cradle to grave.
Alas, this is how they're taught to behave.
Authenticity is rare, and our dreams,
Are but fleeting. The search for novelty
Leads to the threshold of despair. The wise
Ones among us, who see through airbrushed lies,
Know this to be true. Yet, the many keep
On playing the same hackneyed games. It seems
That they are 'content' that things do not change,
As it's much harder to embrace new ways
Of being, in a world that rewards mass
Conformity, and worships utter trash.