Bull's- Eye
As I look into my Crystal Ball. . . . .
I realize I can't see at all. . . . . .
Am I blind sided. . . . . . or just far sighted?
I look to the stars with wonderment - their glow is never ending. . . . .
I remember times so special, . . . . nothing could disconnect the message I was sending. . . . .
Do we ever learn from where we've been. . . . . . .or just go back and repeat again?
Do we continue to dream and try to create our perfect world - only to find out the world isn't perfect?
Do we live for the moment in time that feels the best. . . . . .because tomorrow goes away. . . . .just like the rest?
Do we forget those that have gone by the wayside? . . . . I think not. . . . .they're always somewhere on the inside. . . .
Honesty isn't always what it's cracked up to be . . . . . a virtue, for sure,. . . or. . . . . . .do we use it like a tool, when convenient, for some personal cure?
Honesty can also be like the poison dart that kills . . . . . . .
Bull's-eye . . . . . . . .
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