I often wish I didn’t see things
The way that I’ve learned to
Never asked for these eyes
Nor the sights they’ve been exposed to
You may see more
I may see less
I see myself as very ordinary
It’s not a contest
To see as you see
And to see as I do
Look at the same scenes
Through lenses of different points of view
Now were I to look over your shoulder
Try to help steady, adjust, focus your gaze
Would you deny seeing something new
From within the very same mundane everyday’s haze?
If seeing is believing why question the source?
“A horse is still, a horse, is a horse, is a horse…
Of course, of course, of course…”
If you cannot see the majestic white steed,
What makes you think,
That you can see the rider?