To move
round and round
seeing the same view
through eyes of black and white
on a world of such color
going nowhere.
Something changes,
maybe within perhaps
things begin to be seen
with new eyes opened
things emerge and can be seen clearly
colors emerge through the dull
and you find that in a lull of the ride
it slows enough where you can jump off,
chart your course
see new things
go new places
see the beauty once overlooked as plain scenery,
The contrast equates to wonder of soul
in hindsight
And life suddenly stands before you,
a new joy,
maybe a swing or a coaster
or a tea-cup spinning
like a whirling dervish,
See through life, open your eyes to color
and rush through this life
with the abandon of a child.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 