My Developing Image

My world is modernizing, New techniques developed my mind, I found money,’ a factor’, Only accelerating device, If body is tired, A small dose can provide rest, If mind is tired, Only few healthy subscriptions can provide rest, But if a mind is mental, Sometimes electric shocks fail to provide normality. A Disturbed or pressurised person, Can we count him as human? What is an identity of normality? Can we imagine? A person can feel,’ satisfaction’? Is a person being satisfied? Always he has a new plan, What he will eat, drink, wear or conversat, And always puzzled to measure his success, When he failed, he alters and struggles again, To marginalized his factors, His worry expands and decreases as money, Scales upwards and downwards, His heart passes through tides, Only disappointment produces, When he has no money, He counts himself as a beggar, When he has money, he is expired, He feels danger of loss, But the world is modernizing, A fear of death is socializing? Corruption and smuggling, Inner and outer,’ my daily routine, I can’t demonstrate, Because of the modernizing society, They paid to kill someone, They paid to care someone, They paid to suck someone, They paid to bury someone, Sympathy and forgiveness, Covering me as modernizing my world, Where money is only a factor, That is a task of my normality