If the God is artist
If god is the artist I shall be the arts of his list. Inevitable is the change and i must embrace Yet certain things aren’t right and are hard to trace For the essence being sold Gold isn’t anymore a gold Beauty isn’t real anymore As perfection is what i quest for Florists prefer fabric, not the spring bloom For it beats the frost after frost before the tomb So are the narcissists obsessed with beautician Bespeaking my discontentment of god’s creation Today, the art-but-ficials stands with pride. Cruising the world and making the best ride While the legit arts imperfect, yet with beauty Befriend darkness and cocoons forever with timidity Narcissus, the epitome of beauty but wrinkles are real as it reveals And the imperfect moon, behind the clouds it conceals But nature’s always the finest masterpiece. So shall I thus give my mind a lasting peace?