Walk on

I see none,

I hear none

I speak none.

Yet the environment screams.

I see none,

I hear none ,

I speak none.

Yet the skies yells and scolds my arms.

Now I hear the change,

it speaks to me in tongues.

Now I see the change,

the perception of it all makes no excuses.

Now I feel the change,

it crept beside me as I pull from an easy chair

it is a discomfort Itugs my brains out.

As would I have to say,

As would I have to stand,

As would I have to sway,

I stand with my self and by my self.

Enought to know I can see the change and change my eye first before changing myself.