Influential Bliss (P)

Let it be set clear that our eyes are nothing more than our eyes;

as what is white isn't white if we can’t always be certain.

It isn't that the moon

doesn't always bloom in slices

every hour or so – that is true.

But perhaps our prickly perception

poisons half of the horizon?

Sometimes our insight is in sight for too long and

We begin bickering over the color of a coin.

BUT bookshelves don’t shelve books

in houses, cities, and towns so

that we can reek of penthouse pity,

unable to see past the glaring green.

We are not the dissectors of the universe.

Though it may be that ignorance

Is bliss as it is influential,

We are not stationed to live like

Competitors in heat.

It is not our journey to be successful

But to succeed our lesson.

We are to

Learn the lessons we write,

Improve with age,

And evolve with our souls.

Because red isn't red,

Yellow isn't yellow,

Green isn't as it seems,

And there was never a finish line.