Distractions are inadequate and feeble attempts by society

To compose a prelude, carrying dishonest promises

While being attentive to them, moments are wasted

In the daily pursuit of futile protocols of a correspondence

That exposes the memorised prejudices at length

Waiting for an interlude appears to be an enigmatic fate

Spirited dialogues convey nothing but delusions

A journey summarised too easily in frivolous conclusions

Reciprocating to life with contrary narratives

Symbolism of ethics crumbles at the slightest challenge