Lost

There are people, whose eye can see,
whose point of view, is blind by sight.
There are people, whose ears can hear,
whose spoken word, is deaf to right.
There are people, whose brains can think,
whose assumptions,are dumb to fright.

There are places, people have been,
yet they are unable to see, from what is seen.
There are experiences, people have witness,
yet  they are unable to feel, from what they mean.
There are occurrences, people have dealt,
yet they are unable to realize from what they lean.

If only, people knew from the depths of within,
the payment render, from where all lies from the gigantic cost.
The price that all people pay when most people are short, from the aim,
when they don't come to the terms, that they are ultimately lost.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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