The alluring ones
Life is but an impenetrable bubble that you dare never pop
So aesthetically appealing to trauma ridden eyes
Eyes that see the wiles of the ruse that never stops
But your eyes see only you
On the cover of magazines
Bloody carpets
In the spotlight
On the signs of city streets
Your bubble may never pop
As you live your fullest life
Flashy cars and gaudy mansions
Front row seats at your own rite
But after all you’ve done is done
And you retire to your grave
Your only true remembrance is the things you never did
TheSeedSowerz 
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