Shallow, easy, breezy beauty,
Feeds the eyes; neglects its duty.
Rough and tumble, foolish fumbles,
Man and earth begin to crumble.
Chasing ghosts with blind ambition,
Sheds some light on man’s condition.
Idle hands betray one’s purpose,
Life becomes a mindless circus.
Chasing tails and running circles;
Crushing toes to clear the hurdles.
Cunning as the ruthless adder,
Rung by rung we climb the ladder,
Built on bones of those that mattered,
Left behind for dreams long shattered.
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