Open your eyes
to the world,
Let them see who
you are.
Light might
come, not war.
It’s all up to
you and your star.
I’m not here to
make cense.
I probably lost
you in “eyes,”
But you carry
on; no crime.
Read and you
might find out what’s
mine.
Change in the
world could help,
But nothing is
happening fast.
So search for
the best thing at hand;
Search for
yourself, which you lack.
No! I did not
just insult you.
I might just
want to wake you up,
It might make
you think if I’m not.
Regardless, stop
thinking and go on.
The world could
change in you mind.
It could be as
corny as you wish,
It might even
turn as boring as a fish.
It all depends
if you’re hiding in what
dish.
I lost you
again, didn’t I?
I apologize; I’m
doing my best.
If you just read
the rest
It might begin
to make cense.
The world is
what you are.
You perceive
what you look for.
You receive to
keep scores
No, the world is
not just whores.
What was that
you ask?
I just said
whore, my oh my!
Am I doing it
just to rhyme
Like I’m doing
this time?
The world needs
some “ones”.
Too many
perceivers alike,
Always looking
at the old sight
That’s turning
us to night.
I’m not going to
say a word.
I know you don’t
appreciate them.
I just interrupt
a good sentence
And totally destroy
the sequence.
Be a “one” in
our world.
See what you
want in it.
Let them see you
believe in it
And they will
follow you through it.
So, did you get
it?
Was the pain
worth the trouble?
Can you now get
out of that bubble?
Or will you just
turn into rubble?
No insults;
Just facts.
Poem ©Copyright 2001 Carlos M. Rexach
