The Visionary

Turning and observing

I’m learning of my surroundings.

Around me, I see the sidewalks,

younguns hopscotch while adults watch.

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Teeth gleaming in the sunlight

but it ain’t right, cause their eyes

put their insides in the limelight.

You can see it, right?

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As I walk down my path,

envision future and past

the last thing I recall

are the kids and the adults.

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When did I stop playing on playgrounds,

joke around real loud

and run with the crowd?

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Look around.

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Can you sense the change brewing?

Our bodies aging and dreams renewing?

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The air strong and thickening,

chaotic potential flickering,

lightning flash quickening,

the plot, so sickening!

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Which tree to strike?

What land to hit?!

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But... I can’t leave the cloud yet.

The cloud is safe... and stable.

It’s where most stay.

But I know I’m meant to go another way.

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Why do so many choose

the same crowded cloud?

Craving the climb up, rise up, sky’s up!

Are they happy being so high up?

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I often wonder,

will my adulthood be legendary?

Am I working well with time?

Do I still have the life kids show in their eyes?

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Look around.

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Where should we be?

Do we strike trees, or blow leaves,

or float around peacefully?

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Do we bounce with the sea,

paint the sky shades of pretty in the evening,

or pitter patter on the pavement patiently

‘til the water’s to our knees?

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Look around.

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What do you see?

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See the extraordinary,

change the ordinary,

be the visionary.