Magazines, Billboards, Posters,
Show us perfection never seized
How can we live up to society’s orders?
Rushing and hoping to be accepted.
People tell us how to display ourselves in
Dress, Act, and Look
On the strings of the puppeteer,
never running from our own fear.
What happened to the beauty,
of Green, Brown, and soft Blue?
Strangled by the
Artificial, Manmade, and Imitations
Soon there will be no
Rugged, Independent, Imperfect
What will make people an individual?
Just a nuance of Grey pastel
We might as well just disappear
This lies behind despair.