In the midst of creation,
I yearned for beauty.
I got nothing
But sheer misery.
I ask myself what
Makes things beautiful.
Is it only about
Appearance, or the soul?
Maybe appearance,
Or perhaps both.
I think appearance
Matters the most!
Life is unfair and unjust!
All of us are liars though
We say it barely matters,
But we worship it the most!