~a Piece~ Poem by E Nigma

We fail to see
But what's to see
If you can't comprehend the fall?

All in All
I know you well
I Know you won't change at all

Unless, you refrain
From mundane things
Where Monday brings you
Sundays dreams

Dreaming shows you hope in scenes
And seizure brings you what you'll need

The will to be and eyes to see
Problems to solve, solutions key
Illusory scenes shatter
Evolution begins to breathe