Raindrops fall against my skin,
Purifying it with the natural chemicals of the clouds.
Mother Nature tends to be rough,
Yet we all know it to be helpful,
When changing our moods,
Helping us to have reflections
Memories impart in it
Revelations of what's perceived to be.
How is it that we can do these things in our minds,
Yet can not re-create it in real life,
Because fear clinches on to us,
The art of risk-taking seems foreign to those who never did this,
Yet we see it happening,
Visions forming in our eyes.
Look into my iris,
Let my rods and cones adjust,
Because sometimes I feel that most impulses are just
Lustful desires that we breed,
Unleashing them when we think we need,
Yet we make mistakes,
Some lethal, some dangerous.
Maybe I am on to something,
Thoughts formulating in my mind,
What do you think,
Am I just figuratively blind?
No comments:
Post a Comment