Off The Shelves Poem by Aaron Jackson

I'd like to call myself a simple person, I get up, go to work, come home, I take a weekly trip to the grocery store and I occasionally spend time with my friends and family, it doesn't take much to please me in fact it doesn't have to take anything at all, I can just go outside and take everything in. Crisp winter air that burns my nostrils with each frosty breath or that feeling you get when it finally warm enough to go outside without a coat on, or driving around on long tree-lined streets.

They don't see it, they don't see that the world is so much more than the things we buy off the shelves, it's a beautiful place where people can express themselves or take risks or be creative, but they just don't see it.