Disingenuously Pursuing cool is as vain as thievery.
No worthwhile friendship was ever forged by stealing.
The frivolous only defines the weakly rooted,
whose definitions alter in the littlest of waves.
The nobility of a copy cat piggy-backs that of a snap chat.
Yet I dream of counterfeits,
when they inevitably catch my eye.
Sometimes living backwards, seems so temptingly wise.
I know I am all I have ever been,
and I hold the roots just fine.
I just need to keep a forward focus now,
and bless those shiny objects as they pass me by.
