Vision
Sometimes I have eyes that just don’t see
I have all these visions how things should be
I have all these memories locked in my mind
Today when I see my eyes make me feel blind.
You can have vision but not truly see
All of these things that are right before me
Imagine a vision what you believe true
The possibilities of what is are all up to you.
Your mind interprets just what you see
Imagination determines what is seen to be.
Images come and can mean many things
Sight with understanding, joy it shall bring.
We all have visions of how things should be
But they never become what we wanted to see.
Memories paint colors and bring it all alive
In all that we want we shall see what we strive.
There’s so much to sight than what meets the eye
Like the sun on the horizon as the day goes by.
The secret to vision is the beauty you see
It determines what is and what shall be.
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2012
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