I am five staring up in my clown bed wondering if there is only one me
why is it that I have these visions of the future I have not seen?
images dancing across my head like photographs of the dead
haunting me in my dreams telling me that everything is not all as it seems
illusions in front of my eyes dancing like white lies
hard to tell the truth from the false …
are those people I see like dolphins or, are they sharks?
when you’re born with vision right from the start
it can be confusing to say the least
it feels as though you’ve been given some kind of cheat sheet

I am staring up at the stars with my blue eyes…
I am a wondering child at the age of five
Why am I here? Is there a God? Does he see?
Does he/she see the images I have seen?
Does he/she know I am here feeling unheard, and unseen?
So many questions from the eyes of a wondering child —
so many questions I’m hoping God has call waiting - or, great files.