The problem with the eye
Is the conspiracy with imagination
To make the story
Fit its view
And if it fails
Sufficient times
Looking back
Becomes the habit
So if the pupil
Gets caught in history
Look upon
A fresh face
Possibility down the chronology
It's dangerous
To play the timeline game
The present's gifts
Demand attention
And the see-saw itch
Will claw the ears
Ahead there is the end
Behind the nothingness
Being concerned with might
Will put ankles to sprain
And needs overextended
Nostalgia's hemlock is another drowsiness
Bound to depress
The wildest tree
To block out the x axis
Won't save the above
So keep your watch
Last year's journals
And a light in your touch
Roman Ryan 