Poetry
They say that the mind is a powerful thing, and I suppose it must be.
We have countless thoughts between the tick and tock, or is it just me?
Imagine all the seconds we just throw away, what if we had to account?
Would the answers that we often times seek, somehow be found?
Did you ever read a book on the life of him or of her, and wonder?
How many thoughts were missed and pressures were they under?
Is the measure of a man taken based on actions that others saw?
Or is there any credit for thoughts quelled by a man covering flaws?
Aren’t we all taken by the things that we can see? But deeper still,
The surface hides the true make up, our eyes, the blanks they fill.
It isn’t always as it seems and shouldn’t we all know that too?
This must be normal, or am I the odd one thinking things through?
Some day my Lord will ask to account for these decisions I’ve made.
And even with all this practice, it’s my answers of which I am afraid.
Seconds tick by between each of these lines, predict them I cannot.
Near frozen I sit, thoughts pounding to get out, in silence fraught.
This canvas I use to let thought flow and I hide in plain sight, in truth.
Challenge ourselves to feel the pain, it’s our word we must not lose.