A Question?

I sat and watched in awe
The peacefull birgands that westernised society brought apoun.
And i loved.
But knowing the true fact in hand i knew reality wasnt like this,
Exaltion from a course that seems to imitate adultery.
Why i ask myslef?

Then to an unbrightened cause i see...
Something that only blind me can think,
And with that i wither.

Like the petals of the finest rose,
I stand in all my glory only to be picked.
For the race of vanity,
In this vast cruel world where hunger thrives.

Like its ever been,
Morphing into a new form,
Where'as i sit alone.

In a solitary stupor i ask one of you.
What's this all about?
Can you
Ask me?