Instinctually amusing, but abusing the less fortunate.
Held on pedestals so high, singing songs about touching the sky.
So out of touch yet within reach.
Got all the youth wanting to be, made in their image.
So we imitate them to their finish.
Or maybe to our own demise not seeing ourselves through our own eyes.
Created in HIS image, so our perspective should match HIS,
yet we rarely see who we really are.
Reflective from our perception of presumed acceptance, if we become who they want us to be.
But who are they and who are we?
Living to impress and be accepted by those simply dying for our acceptance