As much as we yearn for our glory,
We're still confined to the life of an ordinary,
Wherein dreams are repressed, and
Desires are suppressed.
Wherein talent is kept hidden, and
Living on passions is forbidden.
Such is our society of today, that
We neglect the sun but still chase its ray.
What morality is this?
What authenticity is this?
What luxury is this?
What poverty is this?
O please,
Honor the hedonist in you.
O please,
For it is still a part of you.
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