FMCG

I didn't know,
I didn't know

I was just a FMCG for you -
An object, yet barely equipped,
One tiny thing
Among a heap.

I didn't know,
I didn't know

I was just a FMCG for you.

Do you think I was enchanted?
Well, I used to imitate respect,
Play you, follow you in the crowd
Not really to connect,
To save the others
From a burning wreath of your wrath,

I used to be a FMCG,
Not always taken for granted.

My life of pretence and sincerity,
Your magnified eagerness to burn out the reality -
I can't really throw away books -
It was not you who has taught me to read,
How can I now
Take your conceit?

Did you use to be a FMCG?
This story of yours is partially elevated,
Cynical in parts,
A high tale with a drop of facts.

A ritual
Of concealing the real value
Of each smile
Behind a simile -

I don't give away
The length of a real receipt.

Speaking of wisdom,
Lost in your stardom,
You call the witty the primitive and vice-versa,
A life based on dehydrated hibernation,
A life of ignorance
Is the worst thing that could ever happen -

You call the reality
A fruit of my imagination,

You call the dignity
An anarchic happening?

I spare words,
I spare time,
 
Cutting chords with the world of FMCG
Is one of the objectives of mine.