Monastery

Is it just an urge to revolt
A pilosophy a modern cult
Or just a badge to seem adult

To flaunt just like designer labels
To complain your lifes had been a trial
A safe house for a spoilt child

Commpression fighting to survive
The onerous task of nine till five
To commute away from compromise

Platform annoucment to the destination me
A vision now of self, not cold strategy
Worlds tokens that we have, a want and not a need

Reach from the tarnished self indulgant gutter
To bare all, the chant that is a supper
The meal a suplication where hardship matters

The social crowd is all thrown confetti
Where self discovery a sharing platter
Wed to chase the ordinal start letter

To go where others dreams migrate
A fane where kites of asperations flight
Truth like falling snow to clean your life

Silence biulds more clemant ties
Alone the dowdy habit that inspires
Brotherhood a rule the monastery applies