Open,
The curtains.
The blinds,
and windows.
Alllow the light,
and fresh air,
in.
See,
The happenings.
On the neighboring, streets.
Of humanity.
Through toiled pondering.
We give direction,
to our wandering.
Experienced existince.
Cures,
our blindness.
On a veiled.
And treacherous,
landscape.
Hark and hail.
Those,
that tempt,
destiny and fate.
Fortunate and boundless,
do the bold,
make the day.
For life,
is to short.
To sqander away.
Chart a course.
Using a path....