Beauty

Power of the beauty in the face of the lady, and another, with envy seeks competition, its a losing, winning battle, and valid, and somehow pleasing, And on Talbot Street, I saw her, and she gave me the quest for understanding, and outside of all of us, truth has to deal with beauty, and, you know, truth can be the greatest tyrant, and it lives on the side, and you could say that it is smug within itself, I'm sure that truth, really doesn't care. So one variety of plasticity confronts another, without looking to the eyes, without actually being alive, to the honesty of soul. And ultimately, I know that I am the one to blame, in my search for something, that in an off-moment I would care to call 'beauty.'