Life

I am pretending to be strong and wise
a coach of metaphorical nonsense
as the surface of the pond is full of frogs
singing beggingly, with out style
Needs rise to the air
and my role fastly crumbles
Remaining only insufficiency I can willingly accept
for its tenderness alone

 

With other's glance I am beautiful
though so are we all
and so it should be!

 

For if an inner hemisphere is nothing but racing
with other's equally intelligent gorgeousness'
will the equasion be nothing but a contradiction of beauty:
snotty unacceptability and an inner voyd
the same old phrase remaining:
I would like to live in harmony