Can you hear the vision I poise?
My cry that people take as noise
I sob till my mouth dumb
And tear till my cheeks numb
Why so young yet so scarlet?
Why try to recast your garnet?
This world is round and wild
I tell you so, wound now and mild
This is my last call
So strong I stand tall
I speak to talk
For doors open after a knock
Open your eyes, see the hook
Stop observing, see, don’t look
You will get the picture
It’s always there, just like a fixture.

August 30, 2015