Eyes wide open,
not knowing they’re asleep,
so many prefer the token,
compassionate tears I weep.
Saying “he’s too sensitive”
but see, it is not so.
I just love you so deeply,
show up for your show.
See how they wait,
clapping before you arrive,
set your sight straight,
alive but not alive?
My goodness, much has happened,
and I know that happened too,
but excuses are excuses,
time to see you.
Kevon Simpson ©2016
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