BEAUTIFUL

Life is a gift

Often wasted on the gifted

For they know not what they do

They miss the moments

Lost in their perspectives

Washed away in "I" and "You"

They miss the way

The mirror faces

Looks back at "just the same"

Never once seeing

All that they've wasted

In hopes of what's to gain

Petty and cruel

The mirror twisted

Contorts a single place

Lost to life

In their reflection

Sad sick and twisted face

The ego is a climbing vine

Overcomes and seeks to strangle

All that it surveys

All that it admires

It destroys from every angle

The child burgeoning from within

Betrays the now adult

Convinced that every problem

- Is someone else's fault!

To hide from this

It mows us over

Seeks to squash what it desires

Instead of eager supplication

It demands what it requires!

Dead. Deafening and one-way street

The victim is the predator

She slays what she pretends to greet

Only just to get ahead of her!

This ramp becomes a sharp incline

And nothing left can force it

'Til the startled prey awakens

And can manage to divorce it!

But then next again

It repeats itself

It's cause is lost yet dutiful

It reaches out

And destroys again

What it's found

As something beautiful