My Dimension

My problem. I see minds rather than faces. I see souls rather than races. I see futures before starts. I see darkness in hearts. I see ones second intentions I see the sadness unmentioned. I see tears as impossible. I see love as a struggle. My Solution. I take a chance for once. I just ask her to lunch. I forget about futures. I don’t think from the start. I just speak from the heart. Like I do in this poem. Take love as it goes. Wherever I roam. My Problem. I am who I am.