Once who used to be friends
Are counted as just followers
Once with whom we could share our thoughts
Are no longer available even in drought

So engrossed in showcasing
No longer we accept the reality
Trying to lure the distant world
But no longer we connect with our own herd

Defined by the glimpse of perfection
Are on verge of losing our uniqueness
Following the trends and the favourites
Are sitting on an edge, forgetting our capabilities

Need to gain that lost connection
Need to stop running after so called perfection
To be the better version of ourselves
We need to focus and learn to earn our own affection.