Perspective of a View

"Couldn't see the forest for the trees," we say. But still on we rush to another day. We forge ahead; forgetting our trust, Living our lives in the throes of lust. Focusing hard on goals at the end; Sight lost of truth, each detail can bend In totally different directions, Bringing crossroads, choices - reflections. Revealing our value and our purpose Hung upon things that make life a circus. Life's masterpiece is not easily seen, Only viewing lines and spaces between. We need to step back, absorb the whole, Light and dark - mixed, blended - so Stop; pause a bit; don't judge so quick, Our story till it's ended.