Wider

[lofro]

Yes, I wrote a poem. It's probably not very good; then again, I'm no poet, so I've got an excuse. Hah.

At first, I see myself.
My glasses, hair, my strange grin,
My quirks, admonitions,
My life, my mind, myself.
And then I open my eyes a little wider.

I see a little more.
My friends and acquaintances,
My school, education,
My room, my house, my town.
And then I open my eyes a little wider.

I see around the world.
People and [needs four syllables...],
Their lives, conditions,
Their hurt, their pain, their joy.
And then I open my eyes a little wider.

I see inside myself.
My cells and molecules,
Atoms and combinations,
My food, my drink, my air.
And then I open my eyes a little wider.

I see something beyond.
My angels and demons,
Curses and exaltations,
My breath, my word, my god.
For now, my eyes will open no wider.

And soon, I will look again,
To wait for the next secret,
To hear the next revelation,
To cherish the next joy.