Perception

What is it that counts

     in this forsaken world?

I’d  like to think

     it is the knowledge,

     the wit, heart and soul

But maybe it is the image

     quite possibly, the beaut

     would reign over

     the dreamer…

Then I think of

     what caliber have I achieved?

What is my sole

     purpose, my worth?

The dreams, the thoughts

     my mind forever un placid,

     unstable 

Do I count?

Is anyone ever

     really sure of

     themselves?

Or do we just

     appear so?

If we do, what

     is then so powerful 

     about one’s image?

What makes it more 

     worthy than one’s mind?

And, why?