The world is more vivid for you
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