TREND

... T R E N D ...

Look at your hand right now, what is within your Hold?

It's likely one of those Android phones, not a Blackberry Bold..

Wait a bit, tell me, what is actually inside your beautiful Head?

Hope it's not how to get the latest stuff, but how to get your daily Bread..

The world we live and our environment seems to stretch Us,

It's nudging many to a life of stress, a life of fateful Curse..

It's rotating in orbit and people seems to be spinning with It,

Making them dizzy and pulling each of them apart bit by Bit..

It is like a rat been placed on a wheel that keeps Running,

Thinking that the race is going to end soon as it keeps Turning..

It begins its day with the same thoughts and wishes it will End,

It wants an escape, it searches for new route, just another Bend..

Like that rodent we constantly chase frivolous issues and Things,

We seem to do all we can thinking all these at last joy it Brings..

We tell ourselves lies, that we will stop when we get the latest One,

Then we are reminded by adverts and again triggered like a Gun..

There's no day that passes, you'll always see something New,

They'll just add a little different thing to that product you Knew..

They may change the colour, it's variant and add a touch of Effect,

But they'll never tell you how much a person will spend on its Defect..

The fashion world is a place filled with lots of agonising Temptations,

They make people see bad as good and give it high Recommendations..

People wear clothes and dresses that matches that of a true Nutcase,

When they see the pictures of celebrities, they use the ideas as their Base..

We go to markets searching, chasing stuff and colours of Material,

Abandoning the most essential things while the less become our Central..

They make you look irrelevant at parties when you don't wear their Colour,

They treat people in contempt and attend to others with much Honour..

The crazy thing is the different names given to colour that now Exist,

You hear volcano red, cockroach brown, piss gold and yet they Persist..

Some save up for this occasions and spend lavishly just as a Show-Off,

But when you run to them for assistance, they will say 'things are so Rough'..

Why do we allow what others do to affect our own sense of Free Will?

Why do we let people push us to smoke or drink beyond our natural Fill?

Why do we keep looking at others as rivals, why do we keep trying to Contend?

Why do we allow people to influence our good upbringing, and why do we follow Trend??

... ÒNKÒWÉ✒ÀÀRÀ ...

.. a touch of mine ..

10th October, 2021

Inspired by Thoughts

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