Aesthetic Writings

Beautiful Me

On the way to somewhere
Halfway in between
Looking this way and that
Searching for something
But finding nothing.
Flowers are pink and the trees are full.
The road is cracked but perfectly even.
The sky is clear but dark
With several stars starting to show.
The sun is starting to war with the moon
Who can chase who away
But I know who wins every time
But the sun doesn't give up
Its spot in the skin
Its wrestled away.
Out of everything on this trip though,
I think the most beautiful
Thing
Is me