Do you understand what I try to say?
If I say it loud will the feelings stay?

Question what is true,
search for what is real,
let all others know,
how and what to feel.
I create my world,
all the rest is fake,
like a plastic doll,
live the tales I make.
Give reasons a twirl,
always spins right back,
points again at me,
my own harsh attack.

Do you understand how life is a game?
Does it all evolve, does it stay the same?

I could see the game,
shinning in all eyes,
nothing hurts too deep,
all feels like a sigh.
Laugh and look around,
this world is absurd,
synchronize my heart,
to sounds once unheard.
Grasp hard to pure hope,
all things will be fine,
building different views,
making them all mine.

Do you understand we create delight?
Can we make our light, and control how bright?

I can see my thoughts,
in and throughout life.
I can shut the door,
to close off all strife.
I can see the shine,
glisten more with time.
I can see the dark,
when I blink my eyes.
I can blink again,
blinking once or twice,
turn my views around,
make my world feel nice.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on January 13, 2021