An Ideal ObsessionHow does an athlete deem it self
They seem to be on the pinnacle
Been constant deem a perfect human should look like
We are awe for this perfection while our genetic make up
have make us into different shape and sizes
A gene where it passes from generations
While there is this constant self changes
With wind of propaganda sweeping passes through
Like a storm every moment
Not only swirling around in our waking life but also
where we slept we dream this perfect images
With a wave of voices screaming in the same tone
How we should look and where to look...
© By Hung Lin 2010
2 comments:
What soulful expression in your words and art! Wonderful!
i keep coming back to this.. great!
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