In this surreal dream-like trance,
A young woman sits as if by chance,
Her body lies on the table bare,
Examining it with quiet, steady stare.
From shifting views, she looks with care,
Does her body meet the beauty fair?
Curiosity and sorrow blend in her eyes,
As she wonders if beauty wears flesh’s guise.
But is there more than what we see?
Is beauty just skin-deep or free?
Does a soul shine through this fragile shell—
Is that the truth where beauty dwells?
In this strange scene of thought’s abstract,
The woman’s musings leave their impact.
For in her dream, we start to see—
Is beauty just flesh, or something we set free?