Some would stare at this barren page and it would make them quiver
Not I, I see the thousand or so words it could be
Some seek wisdom to possess it's fruit
Not I, I long to nurture the mighty knowledge tree
Some see love as a gentle river
Not I, I see the wide expense of an endless ocean sea
Some see my vision as a great gift
Not I, I know the full weight it's burden has tolled upon me
Some will be content to wade in love' gentle river
Not I, I long to swim to the banks of love's endless sea
Some will opt to bask in the enlightment of the great question
Not I, I seek to linger in the shade knowing the answer of the knowledge tree
Some face tragedy and in their despair cry out why
Not I, I know to well that what will, will sure be
Some will read this verse and think we vain
Not I, I know that this gift was but bestowed by the giver upon me
Some will foolishly long to covet this gift
Not I, I know the loneliness of seeing clearly that which others can not see
Some see life as a long meandering river
Not I, I know it's but a solitary rain drop leading toward eternity
Some will pray to the giver for this gift he has bestowed upon me
Not I, often wonder just who peaceful blindness could be