They,

The lotus blooming in the muddy water,

Remain in stillness,a shimmer.

And plastic shells gaze at the beauty of themselves

In the mirror,

Admiring the wall of the veil;

As their ears fall deaf submerged in

Over stimulation,

The sound which

Echoes grinding gears of machines,

And hold tight the chains linked to

promises lined

In coin;

fools gold.

False Gods.

Distraction in anything to avoid fear of self.

Love is always there even if ignored.