Beautiful, perfect, inimitable star

What many call the comfort zone doesn't really feel that good. Crawl out of that hole, and go play in the woods.

Most things that we know
aren't even worth knowing,
it's all pomp, and glamor,
wicked lies mind is throwing.
The ego's all shiny,
all sparkly, and bright
as it spews forth sweet lies,
turning day into night.
The bigger the better,
no losing, just win,
we must have it all,
there's no thought about sin,
as we dig ourselves deeper,
and forget who we are,
beautiful, perfect, inimitable star.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Take a man a lifetime to appreciate the real things in his life. Can't take anything with you. Your toys and possessives will be left over for other people. Better to enjoy the birth of a new day. Watch the stars come out with someone special. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote