Observation Is Free Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There comes a time.
When it matters not.
Who finds it found,
To discover what, how or where.
Even if it should enlighten,
To broaden their awareness.
Many will agree,
Observation is free.
Everyone lives to have access to it.
Without being charged a fee or penalty.
Nor is the doing a felony.
However...
There are those who choose to roam,
In their own condoned twilight zones.
Done to defend alternate realities.
Until their fantasies disappoint.
To then,
And only then...
Are they prepared to listen.
To what has long been heard.
Seen to observe.
Digested to believe and left to leave.
By those who comprehend.
What is to understand.
To accept understood to move on.