Know Your Place

Were the sky an egg, the sun would be its yolk Were it an artwork, the painter will be God If rain was virgin silver escaping from heaven's treasure house Men would line up in their numbers to be the first to be drenched If earth was a building of precious stones Wouldn't you want a place right in the middle? If a man's heart was a treasure laddened ship Every woman will want to be the one on the rudder If teardrops were to scorch the skin as they glide Would many a trivial matter warrant a cry? If lies came to pass like prophecies How many will dare lie about a beloved ones death Were birds to compete with their songs Would the raven win any prize? If flowers are fine petals without thorns Would the rose be famed as fair? The snail cannot outrace the hare Light is always faster than sound So a scramble for what is not yours Leaves you bruised and covered in sores.