Floating in a world of change its hard to see what's real or vague.
Hard to know what truth looks like in all the faces seen at night.
In dresses short and heels so high you see an image not the light.
It's a competition to compete like birds that Coo and **** all compare.
Soils the image that you see a true portrait of the real.
A work in progress unfinished raw that needs to be formed a little more.