What I see
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We shove the type of earplugs in our skulls that play
our heart strings,
And sweet voices,
And the sounds of glorious boredom.
I see beauty in little things.
I see how light brings out their details.
I see how joy composes my lenses
and peace it frame.
I see creativity in raw material.
I see life stem from death and
His big brown eyes are what pull me in,
He thinks they’re dumb,But I think they’re beautiful.I look into his eyes and I find a story,
With a single point of focus I don't need to see around me
I just need to see in front of me
See the path laid out for me
And see the life I won't lead
The past I have won't control what I do
