Starfish are versatile
We humans are weak
Starfish have such a placid lifestyle
One of which we never speak

They are free to do as they please
Without rhyme or reason
Drifting through the seven seas
Never suffering such bodily treason

What kills us so violently
They survive
Our minds, traitors, stalking silently
They have none, so they thrive

What leaves us so broken
To the starfish is a game
Be they don't end up unbroken
For this they gain their fame

Like a little modern Hydra
Of a less vicious sort
Loosing just a little paraphernalia
It's arms the starfish must abort

A part of it that it looses
So that it can be free
All we humans are left with are bruises
Left by insecurity

Everyday the starfish starts anew
Free from worry, free from woe
To such luxuries we bid adieu
And so we lead ourselves to the gallows

Yet not for one moment would we regret
Our greatest curse, our most beautiful blessing
We pay to this world a high debt
A price we pay for our guessing

We claim to be free
But it is all a lie
In the harsh reality
No matter how much we care to deny

Our superior is the starfish