Why I Write

The world is more vivid for you

Then me,

Trapped in the mono-green, Womb of the earth.

Watching you all scurry by

Seeing more with your naked eye

Then i can see if i could stop time

How can you? Why can you?

What is wrong with me?

Why can’t I see?

these subtles signs of human life

All i see is so shallow,

skin deep and left to fallow in my mind

like fields of thought not used,

not known to beginners of this world.

I dream to know,

what seems self evident

to why hope is so prevalent,

so I write of what I see

of what I think is me

so then one day i can be

one of you scurrying people who are better than me