Looking Out The Windows Of The Bus Poem by Timmy Curran

A finger pointing to the sun
merely obstructs the view of an idiot one
To look at the world,
as one might the sky,
you have to wonder how many people
hold their finger so high
To think of a fish becoming a bird,
to ponder so deep, to some is absurd,
they read a fine story, who´s words they obsure,
then hook on the hopeless; blindly taking the lure
I don´t deny thought,
most certainly not faith,
but to swallow it literally, is a shallow mistake
What is meant to sew hope
instead spawns hate
When all in the end,
we make our own fate