It’s fleeting, yet it’s chased
It’s foolish, yet it is the most desired
It’s terrifying, yet it emboldens even the weakest of ants
It’s taken for granted, yet it is still yearned by the many
It is always in reach, yet it is never attainable
It is true but is it good?
Is it kind?
Our morals shackle us.
So are we truly?
— The End —