Vision (Auto-Write 09-08-2012) Poem by Andrew Sean H

They'll consider you a lesser
quiet in your ways
a dumbed down melon ball
with all the worlds pain at bay

a hand you offer
one many will scorn
do keep trying
for each soul unborn

what can i say

not sounding like a lie
when what is believable
is what can be seen and rationalized

to preserve for each his own
what is worth more then yet known
by the eyes receptive of a vision

that the mind interprets as shown

my home is a lonely place to others
who hide in their will
never thinking of how

only why

only why at that moment of time

of which times hands cloak and disguise

with the fear of the future
and each past second

as this moments present alibi