"seeing things" part 1 

I notice when you 

use sounds to hide

the judging voices in your mind, 

when you hide your own 

miseries, to appear so kind 

you fall deep into the lull 

of a mundane life, unfree, 

held by the reigns of a past 

not truly left behind. 

you hold it in, and channel it 

into a word or deed 

and then it starts, begins 

to grow, like a watered seed. 

you dance around, your goals 

are to see and to taste

the experiences of a changing world 

before it goes to waste. 

I see it all

a/n: a short one but I also forgot the days of the week, thus this is late, sorry hehe