Philosophical

At first a man might fret 
To behold the meaning 
Of his being 
To hold off and say wait 
I am not ready for that 
For to make a commitment 
To the truth of your being 
Is something you are probably 
Not ready for 
 
There is much talk and banter 
In this world 
And rockets too 
None the less 
It all comes down to a face 
A certain reflection 
Crafted by nature 
Like yet so unlike you 
Perfect in ways you can not understand 
So take a good look see 
At where the Ancients failed 
When addressing the same base principle 
Of what her face means 
When you look at her 
And how it defeats 
Anything you were told

Sight