You people don’t make me <br />You never could <br />You don’t dictate <br />Nor appreciate only complicate <br />The man before you <br />The one you think you see <br />This false perceived <br />The image you confuse <br />This self made creation <br />From an imagining you can’t comprehend <br />This image transcends anything you conjure <br />Yet you cannot ignore this <br />Thus travel to the negative space <br />In the darkness you peer from a blind perspective <br />Even in light your view is distorted: impaired <br />Go on stare. It does no good <br />When through tinted glass you gaze <br />Though you try to indentify <br />All you see is bent, crooked: an altered view <br />For a clearer view look without judgments <br />Try harder still look closer. Now you’ve got it <br />Oh you lost it. You let it slip <br />You shut the shutter with your disapproval <br />Move on. Perhaps next time you’ll get it. <br />You don’t make me. Your view is too limited. <br />Blind ones never see through <br />Darkness to see light in me <br />You gave up on enlightenment. <br />You just weren’t ready to make me out.<br /><br />derrick foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-few-judgements-adjustments/
