Listening while living in light
Seeing your walking knowledge
So huge in there visions
Blurred
What does this mean
As we walk with dreams
Blurring pictures occur
Found in living pages
Eyes squinting, distorted by illumination
I’m fed up with emotional phrases
While listening and seeing your breath
Light becomes the shadow of exact truth
Found within the walk with each of our words
We must not become blinded
Eyes open when we see.
