Cups

Of different flavors
Fighting for the crown
The gold jeweled crown
Where to put it?
This crown of thorns
On the head
Of the most joyous clouds

Living is but a plot
A story so boring
That we need tales
And poems
To save us from ourselves

The good life
The beautiful life
Is but a game of cups
The pouring of liquid gold
Into imaginary buckets

To live is to fill each cup
As long as one is able
And to destroy some cups
If it is necessary
For one
To finally
Live