Magazine Dreams

The Magazine presents serene faces that scream of success

Posed actress who has crafted beauty out of the mess we are born into

Eyes can't see through the disguise so untrue to how internal battles rage through.

Perhaps I'm off, and a moment of perfected poses creates lasting peace.

One supposes they do, for this image captures sweet release.

But a decrease in culture's general confidence

for I sense a pushing of ideals

Tight hips and slimming meals prepared for those in high heals

I assumed by this century more pressing matters would frame our focus

But I guess preservation's a hocus pocus alchemy we cling to

For we cling to what we bring to life at our best moment

But don't realize that's one component on our way to perfection

How sad we ache for direction

But don't take the time for proper inspection of our heart's compass

And as our seconds pass

We wonder why we don't appreciate the simplicity of the grass