You

Look at this ball,
The swirling of its contents,
The root of its orgin,
through mist and much nonsense.

Closing your eyes,
you see the one image,
Its blending and camouflaging;
With so many mimics.

You open your mouth,
In desperate protest,
But the wordless plea seeks,
Deafened ear of the rest.

You want a big change,
You want to let go,
But the fear of loneliness,
Seems to give you that death blow.

You dream of big dollars,
You dream of big cents,
But the clock keeps ticking,
Still making your back rents.

Now look through this ball,
Tell me what you see,
What others want in you,
Or what you want you to be?

So ask yourself this question
And think about it through,
Are you living pretentiously?
Are you being true to you!

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