Pristine designs hide reality\'s scars.
Some adore the sleek beauty of sports cars,
Gucci\'s contrived, customised luxuries,
Or anything that fuels their fantasies.
Some like to imbibe the microwaved air
Of malls and forget about mortal cares.
Some prefer to browse items online,
In the hope of finding, something sublime.
Some like to dine in fancy restaurants,
That are embellished by, fake plastic plants.
Whilst others, shop for fine Mulberry bags
In cathedrals of commerce. Yet nothing lasts,
In consumer driven societies;
Where everyone believes that they are free.
Many fear the shrieking of nothingness,
In a crude world, that has ceased to be blessed.
Still, fleeting dreams can be actualised,
If one has the money. And those who prize
The hollow idol\'s golden eyes are you
And I. Illusions often merge with truths.