Till we sublime...

I dress myself to look the best in the lot
While trying to bury me deep naught
I apply mascara and paint my skin peach
While I know beneath lies my soul in the vein of a leech

I walk around with my chest swollen with pride
But I feel my breaths downward slide
I see the world with my black eyes wide open
And am dazed to see the whole world blacken

Yet I assure and say, this is how the world moves
But indeed question the world’s such goofs
I yell and thank as I live such a part of the world
But inside I panic and have my fingers curled…

I try to live a life that someone else lives
But what I don’t understand is that no such life is lived
Others perhaps yearn to live the life of mine
and we all keep fooling selves till we all sublime …