And is it foolish to look for beauty in every day ?
I ask from life nothing more than that it attempt the aesthetic
If I cannot lift my gaze to the sky and be pleased
What role in the play of beauty does that accord me?!
It is quite a folly to say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder
The most sublime sight is in the hands of mother nature
If there be a human being to lay its gaze on it or not
Is insubstantial, ethereal as that blink we call life
Everyone knows that one can see and yet be blind
That in the land of the blind, he with the stick can bonk everyone
No, beauty is born not from sight but the womb of eternity
And such glimpses as we may catch, today or tomorrow
Must suffice us blind, violent treasure hunters for a crooked smile