Everyone is chasing
Passions and possessions
Some big and others small
But the true saints solely know it all
The capturing world captures us
But we can’t capture the capture real
On and off- behind and in front
The lips’ curve reverse between polar situations
Putting on the body beauty in loads
to hide the beauty that is pure
Not letting the porous skin breathe
The make up covers it as a shield
None is able to realise
All of this is a trap
Those possessions are playing a fake game
Making us circle around the life’s map
