Do you sit there idly

As it passes you by

Or do you desire to be

One of its reasons why

It can be like a

Breeze

That caresses you softly

On your cheek

Or it can

Admire

The breath of

Freshness

That follows

When you walk

Into the room

And be enamored

With the courage you

Speak.

Seek

First to

Understand;

Then to be

Understood,

Said once

A wise one..

Which one

Do you

Surmise

It chose

First?

Do you

Suppose

It

Was that chicken

Who preceded

The egg

Or

Are you the muse

Who put that

All

In reverse?

The worst

Thing that could

Happen;

That is,

If you

Ask me

Is to be like

The art

In a frame

It is

Admired

Transitorily

Before

Eventually

Boring me

And only

Its

Artist

Has a

Name.

Who yields

The

Paintbrush

That inspires that

Faint rush

We all

Relentlessly

Seek

Until death?

See,

It

Can only be

Shallow

But

That’s just

For right now,

Though

Until you

Show up

Providing

Its

Depth.

So

You can

Float

Upon the

Rivers

Flowing

Gently

With the

Streams

Until

You wash up

On the

Shore of

It;

Or you

Can chase

Your dreams

You can

Fade into

The backdrop

Evaporating

Into

Scenes..

Like a

Whisper;

You can

Mute yourself..

Or be known

For how you

Scream.