Walking along the street
What do you think when
you meet
A person? Do you think of
the good
like you should or do you
shrink uncertain?
And go with what you’re
shown
In a culture violent
With guns, how do you not
get shot
Or maimed?
By the man strange
without a name
The answer is to not have
fear
Or adhere to thoughts of
misfortune
Loosen your grip on the
ship with a list
And look into the eyes
more in tune
And surprisingly the risk
is as strange
as the smile as reality
Changes to bliss and a
style
You see in the eyes like
the skies
Numbering the stars
The good outnumber the
ones who are
With bad intent as you
repent thinking
From a sinking ship
linking this with a list and resist
Shrinking to float and
insist the risk is remote
As a boat of lies in the
way you see the world
Not on the make but
perceiving you receive
this believing by mistake
not on the ocean
with a notion of sharks
as your emotions are in motion
with the fish who are
really billions of good like the stars
Where some may fall but
when most have hearts
Giving you living with
forgiving your mind
To see not black with
attack but color with a kind
Of light that outshines
the darkness as the day
Becomes the eyes of blue
Construed as a way the
danger of the stranger
Is not cold but hot
Making your mind not old
in thought
As you find every passing
notion one very happy
And as vast as the ocean
Sailing on the mast like
a castaway of emotion
At last flip the ship and
tip the coin
To keep the ship afloat
to join a courage to encourage
And discourage the blind
blue eyes and skies
To always find your
wayward ship equipped to float
Never to list as your
ship or boat
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