An Eloquent Distraction
Are you out there,
Beyond the mist and the fog,
Beyond the clutter and the noise,
Beyond the grind and the habit and obigations?
Were it empty,
Would I see you or hear you?
Would I know you or feel you then?
Would I touch you or listen to your supplications?
Our home is tainted and worn,
Causing blindness in brightest day,
Impeding sight with menial intricacies.