I can see through walls. It's what I do.
If you think I can't then I'll prove it's true
So what are the thoughts that have grown
In the field of possibilities I've just sown?
Wisdom doesn't grow on trees - I don't know why you're looking there
Ideas are planted in a ground that's taken ages to prepare
Don't stare with silently dropped jaw
Don't snort with smug guffaw
I'll say again: Walls I can see through
Now that's not one thing - but two!
Go on. Have a look and see what I've planted - or possibly found
It could be crops or ancient ruins lying waiting on the ground
To make it clear, let me explain
The first way is to be looking in
So I peer inside to deduce
The mechanism and driving force
Still looking blankly at what's lying in the fields? Wondering where's the worth?
Prod and poke as the poet has shown you things upon the earth.
Now second, from the inside look
To see how things together work
And adapt to times that change
Then crumple or rearrange
Prejudice is a bad teacher! Failing to look makes you blind.
Stop. Listen and look for yourself. The unknown is in your mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem