If you look around and see,
There is more than you and me.
Your life consists of pictures,
And yet you it only features.
With a pose to left, pose to the right,
Did you find the angle, did you find the light?
Phone in hand with extension of the arm.
This self obsession is one of harm,
The need of others for pure aesthetics,
Is like pure sugar for a dying diabetic.
If your world is you, it leaves room for no other,
Looking into your life people think “don’t bother”.
You may have your looks but they will die young,
Heart is what’s true and what the soul has sung.