The world relies upon you,
characteristics we all wish to live by,
yet so often we forget,
mistakenly caustic motives
bury a positive notion on a sunny afternoon.
When we see that happen,
we internalize, excuse ourselves from,
the reality of peace …
a factory of churning repression
lurking nearby, ready to implode,
until the face,
the place the eyes center upon,
when wanting stability,
become disjoined and obscure.
Think about the possibility,
the places we will go,
when with purpose,
we glance upon our smiles.