By banality we scape
The obsession of over-complexified
Issues of our reality
A reality created alike
Our own make up
By self-compositional glasses
It is achieved through the banality
The simplicity of just seeing
And tasting a piece of instant
When we can finally accept
That progressing is one more
Accumulated banality itself
We stop, breath and admire
The most lovely things
Which have been surrounding us
When we wasted blessings
While regurgitating
Our slaving existential state
And the shame of our
Embarrassing nature
By banality we escape
The conviction of being
By being, and being only
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