The Observation
With the beauty of the eyes - I see
The optical illusion runs through my mind
Looking - i observe behaviorism
My eyes they wander - I write reflections
Vivid of personality - I am astounded
I speculate! May I be bewildered
Wow! Etiquette becomes me
Yet i still wonder - seeing with these eyes
How my mind does ponder
I have yet to enjoy the theory
I reckon as time marches on
That the beauty these eyes could see
Is camouflaged with dismay
And my heart pours out - I find
Observing the reality in society
That nurtured from the womb
The infant grew to adult -I say
And still I look around in my day
My pen it does push the limit
Poetically speaking - the grace
Quite often I see that of a disgrace
And if I should look around
The observation then that is found
Through the senses! Whom also listens?
Shortly with the flow of reflections
And the id - within the IQ
Psychologically - with breath
Words unspoken- I then imagine
The psychologist observes
The imagery flows with the pen
And thus I am open minded
Maybe I should look, again
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