Oh a Desprate Rant

What we have made a beautiful world to be.
A masquerade, a plastic tree, a sitting pool, an ambitious fleet, a silver trey, a lit up screen. Amuse us, don’t use us. We’re an individual, that’s why we pay a pretty penny for our torn up shirts and jeans with holes. We’ll look authentic, but never pay our dues. Lets make things complicated for ourselves, and fill our shelves with the latest version of the oldest discoveries; lets throw our love at the first person we see. Lets make sure everyone knows how deeply we feel, and how much we’re real. Lets romanticize our flaws, and dig deep inside us and sit there, with the blinds closed.