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I wave my hand in front of me

I watch it pass over all I see

Through my eyes plays life's movie

I touch a tree to remind me this is reality

Life does not always seem like it is real

So I reach out for something to feel

I touch the grass, the dirt, or maybe a tree

I do this just to remind me

To remind me this life is real

To remind me this isn't all some cruel dream

Because so much of the time that is just how it seems

I stare at the stars at night and ask one thousand whys

I feel the night breeze and for a bit feel at ease

This silence is so refreshing, an escape from society

I don't really care if I ever go back to all its insanity

Wave your hand in front of your face

Take your mind to a quiet place

Think of all the buried questions in your head

The ones you start to think about but you then suppress instead

Look at the flowers intricate design

Taste, touch, smell, sound

So many amazing things to be found

Rain on a spring day

Beauty we all ignore due to our selfish ways

Pumpkins in the sun in the fall

So much to see around us all

Look at the great things that you are too busy to see

We are all too busy rotting in our prison of society

Through our eyes plays life's movie

With all its beauty and all its insanity

By Adam Keith McElwain

Copyright Adam Keith McElwain Poetry