Voices become one as the highs and lows
Elevate.
A million concerns mulling, synonymous
Conventions.
Her face concealed behind literary
Geniuses.
The simplicity of conformity forever.
Lurking.

There is no known reason, as to
Why.
She chose the acidic atmosphere over.
Familiarity.
Previous decades appear infinitely, greater.
Real.
Why is it that the present day is lacking?
Substance.

The mechanics of her brain cannot.
Comprehend.
The material existence of such sour souls.
Perhaps.
Hypocrisy is the only truth that remains worth
Believing.
For it is all that has stood the test of time.