Embracing The Wind Poem by Susan T. Aparejo

Different work of world,
Telling me paradise,
When its totally rubbish,
Telling me heaven, \when its the hell.

Why people force to accept,
The irony of each reality,
When artificial is prioritized,
The original is fancied,
To shelter the genuine form of fantasy.

Look at carefully its hues,
Scrutinize the structures,
Seems its perfectly genuine,
When you sign the receipt,
May we're not embracing the wind.