Progressive Libertinage

So you fancy yourself to be
An unearthly being
Belittling yourself
To seem smaller than a bee
 
You aspire to dance like the wind
And to breathe like dragons
Yet you forget one simple fact
Imperfection you’ve been dragging
 
You say you are like
Pesky ants running with fright
Yet little do you know that
you are grass in disguise
 
Elegant in all aspects,
And necessary to all.
Beautiful, yet simple
Except to yourself
 
Life, bleak and gray
Passing days of
Never ending repetition,
Yet you shall break the cycle
 
And the sooner you realize,
You are a strong blade
In a sea of green,
You will see what life truly means
 
Because no longer are you
A blade of grass,
Knowing that
 you
Are destined to be a lotus.