If i could change today
Id find the words to
Write a song and right a wrong
Elucidate with verbal medicine
An artists reflection gleaming
Stretching and reaching to find the way home
To mend these broken wings
Why do we even look anymore if we don’t see?
A mist shrouded field with tall grass
Enormous ancient trees
A lush sense of detail and so vivid as to relieve
Relieve one of the absent wandering of those who
Are so ready to believe
Anything but these scenes we weave
Astronomically fearfully fearless and fearlessly fearful
I see you, don’t you see me?