Plenty of meaningless people

Empty caricatures

Soulless mannequins

Perfect on the outside

But lifeless on the inside

.   .   .

Think like robots

Act like machines

Produce, produce, produce

And vanish

.   .   .

On the other side,

He writes abstractly,

Putting into paper what others are too afraid to utter

Depicting a fleeting imagination hidden in the innermost soul. 


This poem is about: 
Our world
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