Trivial Pursuit

What is beauty
But a figurehead of the human mind
We have created,
To aide our meaningless pursuits
of
"love"
and
"sex".
We're all stuck in
A trivial sort of game,
Where there is no
start
end
or winner.
Heaven knows I've tried to erase myself
And draw in a new person,
But the paper turns grey
And I press so hard with my pencil
That it rips.
So play your little games,
And spend thousands of hours trying to conceive
A winning plan,
While the rest of us use our time
To draw our own view of happiness.
And from that,
True beauty shines.

Author's Note

wrote this on the spot.

Reviews

[roarke]

don't brag......
you certainly tapped the muse on this one.

this poem is "true beauty" shining through indeed.

better mark that "spot".

[roarke]

don't brag......
you certainly tapped the muse on this one.

this poem is "true beauty" shining through indeed.

better mark that "spot".

[Distant horizons]

beautiful

[CHRIS ANDES]

perfect words...

[Seanne Tholltree]

good flow