To Be Seen
The rustle, the pant, the pounding of toes
On pavements, on branches, on cobblestone roads
Take out your moments
Look hard and look true
No matter the vision, they’re making up you.
Sunshine, smiles, and chirps
Clenched fists, torrents, and burps
The journey begins before it is known
the journey requires a traveler drawn
To paths of gold and streets of debris
The journey requires your eyes to be free.