One claims not to see
But one chooses not to
All that is needed
Is in plain sight to them
Blindness is still picked
Why does one choose not to?
Is is due to fear?
Or anticipation?
Is it due to past?
Or thought of the future?
One claims not to see
But one knows the answer
Choice is the real key

As ones mind wanders
It tends to go to dark places
Into the shadows
Only ever lit by emotion
But these emotions
Will always be a part of life
Learn to live with them
Is what the youth is taught today
But ususally
To just live with the emotion
Is how shadows form
One should embrace the emotions
Not only to live
But to feel, laugh, and even love