Seeing through my eyes
is very different
from seeing through my mind.
We stand in the same spot
overlooking the same scene
and you see hopeless wreckage
where I see tragic potential.
You see a ship doomed to sink
and I see a wreck bound to be discovered.
And I wish you could see
through my mind
because I feel it would save us pain
and struggle
of battling
and creating wreckage
with our different views.
But sometimes
you look at me
and see something I don't.
You don't recognize the wreckage
that is all I can think of.
And for that
I am so glad
for your mind.
(I like this one.)
YOU ARE READING
We as Humans
PoetryGolden threads from a dirt human. Poetry and philosophy that I write for me and share for you. (Cover art by Gabriel Levesque/@oskadesign)
