Just a candid reflection

I only see what I want to see When I want to, I see I have everything I need yet I still look for it, I know I cover myself up become over-sensitive Like walking barefoot in a field of flowers consuming the gentle breeze My feet are soft Too soft for these My choices are perfect Surround myself with mirrors Souls that act as reflections My imperfections I appreciate the art of listening Once fittingly discovered hearing progresses to another level New-fangled sounds I don’t like admitting to my weaknesses I become so right that I am wrong Or just different Why do I look at the negative first? When I’m staring outer side at the flow, harmony I distract myself with the chaos downstairs Down despaired I want to open up completely Unlock my eyes with ease to all dimensions For the first time I could truly see Acceptance of what is We all can I block myself for a reason I think My newfound creative outflow will be more powerful than before A pressure cooker Just when you think it is about to explode It brings forth a creation Distinctive and tasty I wish I was, I wish I was I am I have It is suddenly still A little boat on a lake without wind The boat is there, as is the air Just being a candid reflection Ilse Stols