What I See

I hear the wind in my ears and taste the salt on my tongue
but I know this is all temporary,
Maybe that's why when the word contemporary is brought up with a particularly bitter old man he shrivels away in fear and judgement for he knows all to well just how temporary this life really is,
If you stop and listen, you too can see the things I sometimes wish I didn't
Turning in is essential now,
Finding the eyes of your heart when you're bind is no easy task, theeyes don't just rest on the surface but rather they lie deep within the darkest depths of the soul, the very places when we dare not go
Why must we go to places never before seen to gain the sight which can't even see,
Well that is a story for you and me,
The eye which your holds so close locked away in places unknown, is because the journey which it takes to get there will tear down the walls, the barriers, and chains which prevent you from seeing that which is true fame and humble compassion,
It's no easy process,
You have to remove these things that block the lens of truth and clarity
You have nothing to hide, this is you, fear, judgment, and imposters all the same.