How can beauty be defined
By mankind’s shallow eyes?
Will the heart, the spirit and the mind
Become our primal guise?

Would the Sun dream of togetherness
As it sprints to meet the night?
Does the soiled root sense the stress
Escaping up towards the light?

Can we ever know our worth
If material is what we value?
Was the universe’s birth
An eternal joke inside a vacuum?

Is there comfort laying in the embers
On the coals of rock bottom?
Are your memories remembered
When you’re gone and forgotten?