I see flowers growing
down the road. I see
them shooting through
the concrete. Under
my feet isn’t a street;
it’s a dirt road only
the roughest feet know.
I hear birds chirping
down the road. I see
the sun shoot rays
down the road. Now,
I stay in place, as I
take up space. I see
what could possibly be
in front of me. Down
the road is where I’ll go.
Back in the day, kids found a way
to play until the sun vanished.
Kids knew how to enjoy each other
in some of the worst weather.
Kids weren’t static. They moved
about: looking for adventures.
Technology has evolved into a
monster that can’t be conquered.
Not all can see it. Those plugged
in will never see it for what it is.
Trapped, torn, and born into
a life of phones, computers,
and smart cars that know
where we are – where we been:
life has never been the same.
Impossible to break free, try to
think of ways to rid yourself of
the hypnotic spell once cast.
If you are plugged in, find time
to get to the source and pull
out the cord. Unplug and see
your life just how you looked
at these words. Take a break
from screens stealing the time
that we never seem to find.
I see clearly. My 20/20
is on point. No, really,
through the darkness,
I can see beams of light.
We’ve been put through
a test. It is tough as we
don’t have any answers.
Still, my vision is sharp.
I am aware. I do care,
just not enough to share.
Clearly, I see a mess
that 2020 has left. I see
us cleaning this up
and having fun in 2021.
I see myself
looking for help.
I see me wanting
to be free. I stand
before a revolving
door. I see me
trying to become
something new.
I see myself change
in real-time. I see
me – in the mirror –
facing my fear
and being fine.
The dust builds every single day.
As I collect new items, I see
old items collecting dust.
Time goes by before my eyes –
yet, I can not see things
collecting dust in front of me.
I will not forget the things I miss
as I collect dust right where I sit.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 