WHAT MY EYES SEE

My eyes see differently than once a child did see,

Reality of all that’s around, a world of recognized sounds.

What my eyes see are not the coloring books and cartoons,

Not the exploring of our neighborhood and childish ways.

Not the magical world from a young boy’s eyes lost with time,

What my eyes see are a different kind of beauty and some Insanity.

This world has changed along with the changes in me,

What my eyes see are so many things that I never dreamed.

Keith Garrett