Sight

Through the bean, you start to see the unseen
Dreams of reality as the intuition arises with the caffeine
Sits on and on a bench, a man who writes a song, fists clenched
A melody that has yet to be heard, something wrong, mind bent
In front of the man lies a elderly force and her way

Shakes the feathers of the sky lit by the sun
Who was she and how was he destined to become
Timeless treasures outstretched for the innocence won

Far from home, our unclaimed mind wanders and longs to be
A hole in the center, he must fill, to understand she
And the universe conspires to hire the hitman of truth
Roaming the streets in the eyes of the old and the youth

A hunger yet realized, barely visualized by grey matter
The time is summer in the city and the heat that

Scatters us and renders us weak and wanting to fight
Eventually we must go and control what we might
To find the way, the truth, and the life
It is down there in the station
Waiting for you, when the time is right
To feel the air and close your eyes
One last time, you see the elderly

And you think, a thank you would suffice
For showing me, what needed to be seen