Perfection. The pinnacle of human existence
Used to be aspired to in a simple metal.
The path to happiness; existence itself
Determined by the possession of a rarity
Not anymore, what with rarities appearing
Everywhere. It makes you think; what did exist?
What was it that preceeded gold, when platinum
And diamonds dominate the world today?
Maybe a simple metal, such as copper?
Or simply pretty stones? Maybe it was just a look
Rather than the clank of metal in the pocket,
That we can hail back to.
So why is it we aspire to acquire items such as these?
For power? To hoard and satisfy our constant demand
For an influx of items to make us happy?
Why can't we avoid the things that infect us,
And our society; and love a golden smile?