Poem: Eyeballs

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by GunnarVaken

by GunnarVaken

Worst poem I've ever written...

Every day, every morning
Is a step into the future
"Vision" is your imagined plans
If circumstances permit
They'll become chapters
In your already-completed
Episode 33

Seeing is not seeing
If your eyes are glazed over
You're blind
If the obvious
Is not noticed
By you

Two squirrels at play
On the side of the trail
Why do I always focus on
The destination
When the journey is
Unread inbox mail?

Why do blue skies indicate
Lots of ground-level pollution?
And grey skies, despite their doomy look,
Mean rain will cleanse
The air?

Another day in paradise
At least that's what they say?
I am a consciousness
In this moment of time
The panther in me will
Confirm
While my inner zombie
Will ignore
Life
Hustling, bustling life
All around me

~ Gunnar Våken