Chasing image.
And the repeatedly edited,
Substance.
Vanity to have it has never had.
Leaves many left to worship,
Physical pleasures...
An indulgence to prioritize.
With nothing more to wish for in life.
Than to feel content and satisfied.
Temporarily.
Until that image immulated to imitate,
Becomes replaced quicker than a camera flash.
To an updated version,
Approved and accepted.
By those solicited to pass,
Their qualified judgements.
Disregarding life and the quality of it,
If not befitting an image.
An image to chase,
Vacant of substance or value.
Today...
Less evaluated to appreciate the importance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem