Quest to the privileged by Ana M M
In a realm where opulence resides,
A simple girl with curious eyes,
She yearns to fathom the privileged’s plight,
To unravel their world, bathed in golden light.
Like a butterfly, she flutters near,
Drawn to the allure, devoid of fear,
Her wings of innocence, fragile and light,
Seeking to comprehend their lofty height.
She tiptoes through halls, adorned with grace,
A maze of grandeur, a foreign place,
Like a deer in a garden, she wanders astray,
In search of answers, she hopes to portray.
The chandeliers above, like stars aglow,
Illuminate secrets she longs to know,
But they flicker and dance, elusive and sly,
Leaving her questions unanswered, awry.
She gazes at portraits, regal and grand,
Faces of nobility, a storied band,
Yet their eyes, like windows, reveal no soul,
A facade of perfection, their stories untold.
She listens to whispers, like a gentle breeze,
Carrying tales of privilege with ease,
But the words, like silk, slip through her grasp,
Leaving her yearning, her questions unclasped.
She observes the parties, a grand charade,
Masks of happiness, carefully displayed,
But behind the laughter, she senses a void,
A hunger for meaning, forever denied.
Like a puzzle, she pieces fragments together,
Trying to decipher this world, so clever,
But the pieces, like shadows, elude her touch,
Leaving her longing for answers so much.
She dreams of a world where privilege is shared,
Where compassion and empathy are truly cared,
A world where the simple and privileged unite,
In harmony and understanding, shining bright.
For in her heart, she knows deep within,
That understanding is where true riches begin,
And though she may stumble, in her quest to see,
She’ll forever be a simple girl, wild and free.
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