I have no protecting outer layer.
Exposed to the world as I am,
I remain.
This dissuades me not
to reach out to the world
and those around me
for the necessities;
human survival instinct.
Truth is abstract and ambiguous;
faith is so easy.
My hand above the flame will burn,
the sun will appear in the eastern sky
and disappear into the west,
and human beings
are infinitely capable
and usually predictable.
Sadness I feel,
unrealized potential
of many.
I don’t have to like it,
I don’t have to change it,
but I’ll be damned if anyone
tells me it’s right.
Free the humanity within.
Allow yourself to feel
to the fullest extent of your imaginings,
yet keep your most precious thought
closely guarded.
The open eye will never like all it sees.
HG – 1995-2000
