The world is an onion,
With different layers,
Different levels.
There are those who live like kings,
Decorated like queens,
On their level.
Those eyes stare from level to level,
Dreaming, worshipping, idolizing.
There are those who do not worship,
They are the top of their level.
They don’t have desire to worship,
Knowing their level,
Loving their level.
Each level has pros and cons,
With different demeanors and lifestyles,
That individuals have to don.
The pressure and stress of a level,
Can vary from how to act,
How to live,
How to attract.
The pressure is impossible to see,
As you stare at the clothes,
The body parts,
The eyes and noses pulsating.
Deep inside is where the stress wreaks havoc,
Manipulating choices and movements,
Causing chaos and panic.
Moving from a level to a new level,
Can be a dream come true,
Or it can be a disaster,
For me and you.