The Observation

With the beauty of the eyes - I see The optical illusion runs through my mind Looking - i observe behaviorism My eyes they wander - I write reflections Vivid of personality - I am astounded I speculate! May I be bewildered Wow! Etiquette becomes me Yet i still wonder - seeing with these eyes How my mind does ponder I have yet to enjoy the theory I reckon as time marches on That the beauty these eyes could see Is camouflaged with dismay And my heart pours out - I find Observing the reality in society That nurtured from the womb The infant grew to adult -I say And still I look around in my day My pen it does push the limit Poetically speaking - the grace Quite often I see that of a disgrace And if I should look around The observation then that is found Through the senses! Whom also listens? Shortly with the flow of reflections And the id - within the IQ Psychologically - with breath Words unspoken- I then imagine The psychologist observes The imagery flows with the pen And thus I am open minded Maybe I should look, again YOU May VISIT MY LINK: www.amazon.com/beauteous-be-poesy-stacey-law/dp/1466930012