Genesis

We live for this search

Of perfect moments

While we live them unconsciously.

We love creating this idea

Of perfection of ourselves

Without appreciating who we currently are.

We aim for balance and fitness

In the wrong places,

Letting go of fast absorbing carbs,

Holding on to easily satisfying memoirs,

Forgetting that feelings come slow

If nurtured in time they grow.

We dismiss our real self,

For a projection, a build up,

That could be found in someone else’s shelf.

Is that all you want to be:

enjoyable to the naked eye?

I want to be real, to be free.

More than loved, I want to love.

How unifying would it be,

If we could all just practice what we preach.