Adore Yourself

Beautiful Things...32

At an early age

I deemed myself unsmart

Part of a cosmos

And they were the stars

So practical, so logical

The world outside found them smart

And I was not

Because I dreamed, because I imagined

Beautiful things

So far from the ground

My head gleamed to be

At an early age

I didn't know

That the world outside doesn't see

Each living person

And their cherished dreams

Their "smartness"

In this illusion of reality

At an early age

I believed myself smart

Part of the cosmos

And among them

I too was a star