Unseeing Vision Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Answers are always the same, they never really give
any information unless they're in mathematical
formulas, telling exacting truths.

Searching, moving on, life stands on pathways,
taunting us to let go, give more of self, yet doesn't
allow any benefits or grace to withstand daily trials.

We strive with every breath to climb above stresses,
climbing upon our own shoulders, trying to see the
view we have no vision to see, on our little space of
earth.