When the sun rays peep
from between the curtains every morning
they wake up
Only to see everything around me
But not me.

I tried hard
To force them to stare at me
At least for a second
Alas! Everything appears to be an utopian dream.

Throughout the entire day
They seek everything around
But totally ignores me.

They crave that
Visible things external
Forgetting to touch me
The self, within.

My senses.

What my blog tells me every time I look at it… I know. I want to change it… I will… soon.

Poem (c) cyclopseven.



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