Illusions

Two worlds

One of poverty

One of prosperity

Two worlds

Of predators

And of prey

One world akin to fire

One world akin to dust

A daunting vibrancy, the world is awash

From dull to a superiority of color and taste and touch

A beautiful world the predators do live

A beautiful world the the humans covet

But beauty is in the eye of the beholder

And beauty is forever a waste

Is it better to live with beauty?

Or to taste the dust and humility

To live a genuine life

In poverty?

A trick question you ask?

Why yes, it is

For no matter where you go

Life is life

The only difference is

The color the grass does grow