There are many reasons for which we live
but beneath e facade, pretension, perfection
we only need one to live.
In reality, by illusions with which we live
For material adornments, in pursuit of love, alluring monies...
searching, an oasis for our wretched selves to take refuge.
Lies! Deceit! e harbor of such oasis.
Whether the means are meaningful, despicable or worthy
who are we to judge with our own flawed yardstick
for these cyclical & fleeting moments of happiness
provide the very momentum for which we live