Open Your Eyes

Starts this day at 3:53am
full of focussed good
intentions – a need to
progress conjecture
into solid productivity,
build a ramp to the
outside above the lip
of the dark well
surrounding a night
without stars to
reference by.

Blind in a sense
but guided by
serene sight –
an equilibrium owed
no further payments,
climbs the wide
and well worn path,
steps into the light.

Where am I, I
cannot see –
echoes his cry.
WHY AM I HERE?

This is the outside
comes the reply, the
other side of reason –
where your self-contained
rules explain nothing.

Open your eyes...
© 21 August 2007, I.D. Carswell