Seeing the Unseen
Here I sit in this room,
chairs, tables, and people are that looms;
There are a few screens on the wall,
students and soldiers marching down the hall;
With all this present and is clear to see,
my thoughts and emotions are whats truly surrounding me;
Thoughts of a man with scattered hands,
positive and motivated with no laid out plans;
Confused yet positive still he stands,
with no mirrors around it becomes clear to me...
That man in my thoughts are of me.
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