The Ball Pen of the Eyes

What I see is different from what you see What I see is only seen, by me What you see is what you've seen That which your eyes sees. What you see in me May not truly be me Only what you happen to see. What I am and who I am Is who I've become My reflection may be as a result of a defunct action Perhaps a deformed emotion. The information you derive May be deprived of truth, light and life. You'd see me differently That's definitely definite. What I see is what my lens captures And what my brains acts on This might differ from yours Even if we stare and gaze at once. My eyes sees differently From what your eyes saw intently. Who I am to me Is unknown to you Known to the All-Knowing. Even when I don't know myself I'm my best friend. My shadow is my black buddy, My perspective;my directive Keeps me active, Proactive and decisive. If what I am is me Then why over write me? Why write me amiss? I'm a star on Earth Even though I'm yet to twinkle. Someday, I'll definitely get a spark Grow teeth and bite like a shark. Would have my tale written in books When I'm finally off life's stagnant hook. So while I'm still igniting, See me as a work in progress. Success would someday walk Breakthrough would grow teeth and talk Blessings would be seen in me Then I'd reflect my true self Becoming really full fleshed My story would no more be far fetched. ©Akinlade Oluwaseyifunmi Sky™ 2015. 28-Dec.-2015 12:10 am