What is pure? 

What is real? 

It all seems fake.

As now fake appeals.

Pure is seen as messy.

Everything real is being looked over. 

People choose a penny on the ground, 

Instead of a four leaf clover.

I've heard many say "it's in the past!" 

The past effects the future, 

So will the future even last?

So tell me, 

What's pure? 

What's real?

What's fake?

Its time to reveal, 

What really matters.

What's pure in this world. 

So what do you think of this? I think this poem has a deeper meaning than some of my others. Why do you think it is? -Jess