Vision
"...they are so real it is hard to let them go..."
I am a living vision,
And I can't get out of it.
What I see races by,
Like the blur of a scene from the passenger seat.
They say life is precious,
But I am still searching for that spark.
I see things,
And create them.
I hear things,
And listen.
I feel things,
And live them.
Sometimes,
They are simply existence.
Other days,
They are so real that it gets hard to kiss them goodbye.
I am a living vision.
I found my moon,
When I lost my Sun.
I found my place in the stars.
They dance in my hands and play in my hair.
Some days,
They are just that.
Other times,
They get so real that it is hard to let them go.
I am a living vision,
And I can't get out of it.
My world is flying by,
Because I never treated it right.
They say life is precious,
But I am still searching for that spark.
I see things,
And create them.
I feel things,
And live them.
So, I become a living vision.
About the Creator
Norma Jane
Instagram: @mayurwordsbearfruit
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