There is a lot of noise
in and around me.
I wander places
in the search of tranquility.
I am trying to silence
the sounds and their echos
which feel like subtle violence.
Among all the happiness
is also hidden pathos.
I like the glimmer of lights
but not the noise.
It feels like a veil
worn by people
to cover their static,
shallow and unhappy souls
by appearing
cheerful and glimmering
on their faces
in the pursuit
of the excuse
of a festival.
They are living momentary happiness
because they know
they are shying away from the sustenance
of the limited but natural resources
that they need to do
for their future generations.
Maybe,
since they know they are not paying their duty
they are trying to find tranquility
by avoiding their sense of responsibility
that they are bestowed with as an individual
that it is their duty to save the Earth.
They are inviting and trying
to avoid the arrival
of their catastrophe.