Pretty as you were

This is the poem I came up with tonight. I am still working on the name....as of now it's 'pretty as you were'...

Let's put on the old jeans
and throw the last piece of loose tshirt on.
Make a hairdo like you couldn't care less,
Take a look into the reflection,
the resemblance of a long known person,
who was left alone somewhen unseen, unnoticed.

Now you walk down the road....to the highway...
Then to the south, north, east, west....
To every bit of this plastic city, where you couldn't be yourself
moving through the crowd,
whose material sickness you couldn't shake off your skin completely.......
…......
until now!

Cause now the cloud is clear,
now you've found yourself, found the faith that you've lost long way back.
Every want now can be turned to a can and then shall......
Every bit of plastic has been shaken off,
Now you are free.....free from the suffocating illusions..
free to use your torn jeans and old tshirt.....again!