UNTITLED I

Pollutants in the images of idols to fill our minds with noise,

So lost at heart you can barely hear your own voice.

It has come to a point one can only wonder if actions done are by his own choice,

With so much worldly achievements why can’t you genuinely rejoice.

Character in question by the celebrities you idolize,

Lacking in wisdom hence we’re obedient to their ideal lies.

Mankind are in loss since they aspire to be idle lice.

Temples built about where their false idyll lies.

-NOMAD X A WANDERER-