Perspective 🇬🇧

Brick after brick you build lonely pillars,
Deep down not believing in more than grave-fillers.
What's true still awaits, but most snoozed for later,
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Is this all but facade, to hide one's true nature?
Too tired, confused, to be cheerful or playful.
Gatekeeping of goalpost, of when happy's allowed.
All needs are abundant, no shadow of doubt.

What if freedom, expression, implied status you seek for,
Is a shallow performance with constant need for an encore.
What if to balance, to break the illusion,
You simply stay present and reduce all pollution?

In the end why to worry about relative time?
Every moment you are in some form of your prime.
Truth be told..
Even that does not matter. Matter itself's bound to perish.
Whilst conscious and able, life's a blip to be cherished.