Článek
When one's not a great beauty
and one never will
Learning new things
may give him-or-her thrill
As time passes by
one looses its youth
Leaving one with nothing
just being old
Blinded by the view
seen through human eye
We recoil and despise
where old and „ugly“ are
Unable to see
which cannot be seen
We target unimportant
as the choices to be
Said blindness makes us miss
the strength of one's will
Capacity of one's love
one's emotions and skill
So until we learn
to „see“ through our third eye
No one can find
what happiness bliss are
