The non existence of a egotistical mind..

The Consternation of conscience,
Cannot defeat the ticking hands.
Nor the leaking life force from within.
So what's left?
To defeat nothingness, to grasp the universal void,
Or to succumb to ego and the glory of things,
The way modern hoovers makes us smile,
As if the Galaxies give a flying fuck,
What we chose.

Blinded by arrogance or misplaced hope we try,
To resolve our internal paradoxes
But even,
All the elegant words, written on a million pages,
Cannot capture simple beauty essence
of sapphire petals being delicately caressed,
By a soothing May breeze.