Occhiolism

 

Some think they know the world and its form for sure, which is cute, the truth still in wondering dispute.

The newsfeed, timeline and little eye, a reference to the infinite sky.

All senses in working order and still half-blind, when the mind is fixed and only guesses and rewinds.

The unrepeatable anecdote under the sun, yet lecturing on culture and man. As if the cul-de-sac is the master plan, perspectives held by being a patriotic fan.

A universe inside one's head, still arguing about what someone said.

The naive and their belief is humbling in a funny way, the biggest drama is so small today.

The epic failure and grand mistake, the universe keeps spinning, for goodness sake.

Many little eyes and all squinting, most of all certain and hinting, that the individual window is the only view that's true, while you look at me, and I look at you.

Realizing all the impossibilities in life too, and understanding we have no clue.

Worlds in worlds to see as they are, individual perception only goes so far.

The truth not known by opinions, perspectives in dominions.

To change the way how to look at things, awareness takes on another mental air of wings.

Depends on how to look at things and circumstances, to color the attraction of chances.

With gratitude every outlook shifts the horizon of blue, giving sense to the appreciated clue.

So here's my wisdom, small and sincere, I see almost nothing from here.

But what a relief, to be so small and to have such a mind of peace.