I haven’t written in a while, I think it’s rather terse
To think as often as I do, maybe it’s a curse
The beauty of the thought is not for when it stops
It is only when the thought prevails the meaning really drops
I don’t believe we were meant to be, sad or somewhat trivial
But, sometimes people make comments, comments rather vitriol
As I move along, I know that times will change
It’s not always when we want, sometimes it’s just exchange
I’m looking for the open view, a new and clear perspective
It won’t appear unless I see, the horizon as a detective
For as we look we want to see the gift of sight itself
But sight is only worth the thought which sits upon the shelf
Don’t hesitate or stop your thought for time is running out
To think what is important, is important without a doubt