What Did You Forget to Do?

To close the eyes and imagine something real, something powerful
Then the eyes feed on what images stand before it and the mind become stronger
That all we see and do it is just to increase our worth
And close your eyes but don’t let go

To feel from the beat as it takes over the body and sends you into the air
And you’re desperately holding on to it for dear life
If it stopped beating, will your sense of nonexistence cause everything to be like a faded memory?
Over and Over with eyes growing bigger now
And closed to see it still

To walk with your feet planted in the dirt, footprints everywhere and even in your own head
Tracing back images, faces, feelings, thoughts, and even to just remembering for the sake thereof
If you lost your placing of the foot, do you fall off and never learn to walk again?
You could
And you could see yourself before it happens then you let go anyhow

To smile as if you had something to share and something to instantaneous win another
And its mischievous upraised hooks at each corner and the cushion hold around it
Seems so pretty.
But what if you forgot to smile and someone thought you were down.
And your eyes read a frown as if it meant something not worthy
Then if you smiled because you needed to, you feel better. You didn’t wait for someone to read you and cause you to wait.

To call others when you find you need them, could you sit and pretend they stood before you?
Each day they wait and you wait longer, and you hear them and you cover your eyes
The ecstatic feelings is all too rare, you go along with it. You go along with them.
And they sacrifice who they are and want to seem this makes you happy. It doesn’t.
As your eyes eat into theirs, you only see your reflection.

A world staring back that seems sometime like a dream.

To live a life as if it was a story, where would your ending go and what would you want it to mean?
To ask yourself. To stare at the floor before you lift your eyes to the wall.
And to think that all we do that seems like verbal movement-is just looking into the world-the way we want to see it.



-Keisha Marshall