Our eyes see things throughout the day
Whether it be the blue skies or the green grass
There is a place where weakness stays
And no other thing can quite surpass
Our eyes don't see people or things
They see ugly or pretty, normal or strange
Our eyes form these ideas and cling
Casting others out of sight, limiting our range
Our eyes may seem fine, but have you really looked?
Have you noticed the average guy just trying to make it?
Or maybe that nerd who just wants to write a book?
Our eyes can make it so easy to forget
Life has so much more than pretty blue skies
If only you would just open your eyes
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The Poetry Book
شِعرA poetry book that gets filled on most days! Have any suggestions? Send me a message or leave a comment on my most recent entry. Thanks!
