What we watch pushes us
to leap
some to death but i prefer
faith,
a leap of faith as soren calls it
what i watch i soon conceive
and deliver birth to baby
ideas
birth, rebirths, lovely
blooms of roses and
thorns but these are just
but hazards to
growth
what i watch pushes me to write
what i love what i feel with disgust
i keep these eyes wide open throughout the darkness of my life
gazing
i am not looking for answers anymore
i am just trying to enjoy the view
savor
what lesson can i take
back into my sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem