Stark words in convinced display, seamlessly well defined
they like to make a lot of sense from way deep within
where the substance appears solid and fully blessed
but behind the fashionable bricked and cool facade
they, in fact, may cover up a sucking emptiness.
The heart shielded and shut with utter pretense,
fearing its treasures might be stealthily taken,
will end up with nothing, for not opening,
its richness sums up to a bleak defense,
like the boosts of stocks, value faking.
By staying stinted and not permissive
the core dries out and falls apart.
Fulfillment needs a giving start.