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?

You may buy the tools
You need with time
And play with fools
That plead to crime
Then slay the rules
For reason’s rhyme
Your days in school
Exceed your prime

With thought so thick
It makes you thin
When fraught with prick
From snakes who grin
You’re taught to trick
Forsake and sin
Exhort the sick
To break within

The awkward stream
Soaks selfish pride
And more extremes
Won’t quell this fight
Eyes sore unseen
Have health insight
This poor man’s dream
Has wealth at night