What I cannot see is my beginning,

eyes open to an unknown vision.

Theirs is a world unlike our own,

the influencers, how life really exists.

While everything around remains the same

some internal measure is being found.

What willingness drives momentum

to capture the stories of the day.

My body wants to stay where it is,

the mind slowly maintains a posture.

Wondering even still what perfection 

might be, is a secondary emotion.

If in the moment we can find silence

to be our greatest asset, may we live life.