sleeve of heart and head in hand,
blindly pacing, sight and sand.
faces lose all faith and will,
blurred and silent, always still.
one eyed man among the blind could tell the endless lie,
and all, shy god and insects, miss the falseness of his eye.
anchors weigh the state of mind,
imagination ties the bind.
see truth is rarely logical,
where as, sense and fiction rhyme.
due west, press on, leave east to mourn the plight,
of fading stars and last moonlight.
eyes open with the morning to see the sun ignite.
these days yearn for movement, move sloth from mind and sight.
activate the tools or comparison will pale,
despite your every effort, gritting tooth and biting nail.
path ahead is tomb for good intentions of the failed.
occupy your minds with thought or waste and wallow in the mess.
our home and hope will wither while you find what to assess.
for dormant minds, the truest dream, will always be no more or less.