For My Peers

What has grown 'tween thine eyes? Is it what is within or outside that cries? For if you're not within you're without Carrying in hand your essence about. Can you sense my gaze in your frontal cortex? Or do my words want what is next that you'll text? I feel you in what beats in my head and my chest, Yet what's in your hands makes me sense that I'm less. Until the day you see with the mind and the heart, I am afraid we will always exist in a world apart. For now you'll see with touch-screens and their waves, Till growth in the eye's pine, from the self, you'll be saved.