He Is Worth It.

Without glass over my eyes,

I see the world as the mess it is.

In a blur of extravagant impurity,

Its reality is beyond me.

And I like it this way.

As others are blind to forgotten purpose,

I am alike throught sight only.

Not in my soul.

If I cannot see them,

They cannot see me.

-

As music floods my ears,

Providing me with that gone sense of humanity,

I am sent to another world.

A place where I abide to my own rhythm of society.

Where drowning out those of negativity,

Is a blessing through a mind consuming beat.

For if I cannot hear them,

They cannot hear me.

-

However,

When I see Him through the crowd,

That swarms around me like a stone in water-

Never through my core but only brushing my outside-

He is the sight that is worth seeing,

Through the glass that relieves my sense of bashfulness.

His voice is the sound that is worth listening to,

Taking away the sounds that once blocked the harshness around me.

He is worth coming back to reality.

For He is what brightens mine.

 

 
 

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