so clear
when i look at life so clear
why is sight so far from near
eyes do impact our view
but not so much that we miss the true
from that we hear and that we fear
pain it maybe sends us away
from making that stand
the time is where the stay
meets the brand
we are made of
and worry should belong
where it does and foregone
the fabric bleached maybe considered
or maybe not above
the picture stared down
and likely not figured
in the scheme might frown
in the mirror beware
of the last place be willing
where the clear is spilling
and rest in the simple
as real be path of the nimble