Existence,
the state or fact of being real.
But that's just an appearance,                        
it's more about how you feel.

                                                     The self,
                                                     is the only knowable existent.
                                                     Like the only book on a shelf.
                                                     Nevertheless, it's just a tint.

We care too much about appearance,
and elegance;
that we forget about spreading self-confidence.
And become so empty of effervescence.

                                                 ­     While life is so much more,
                                                      A complexe of sentiments and souls;
                                                      Whic­h we stupidly choose to ignore.
                                                      And­ rather play our mortal roles.