What have we
Done
To make
Our minds
Wander
And our bodies freeze
So
Still?
Is it our bodies that
Think
And our
Minds that
Move?
Is it that both have
Meaning
Or
We make up
Something
That they mean
Just to find satisfaction in our minds
And
Solace in our
Bodies?
Because the average
Of our days is the
Meanest
Thing
Of
All.
You see clearly
What others drift away from
So dearly
My dear,
Dearest,
Deer.
The headlights were too bright,
But the car was too slow.
You’re wounded.
But not nearly alive
Enough to tell how
This headlight
Put light into your
Head,
Or your head into the
Light.
Hold on tight,
Because it’s not a tunnel
You’re going through,
But a path
You’re finding
Is leading you
Blinded.
Staring straight at a flashlight
Doesn’t kill you.
It makes you wander.
Keep on staring.
I dare you.
Those spots that form
Aren’t pieces of knowledge that you’ve
Gained
But cells
That you’ve lost.
Because the prison of our
Sight
Is it doesn’t fill us with
Fright
Or
Might
Or even
Light.
We cannot unsee
And can only try to forget,
Only for the sake of
Remembering.
But my dear,
Deer,
The headlights
Were only the beginning.
Because the car
Wasn’t what wounded
You.
It was thinking that the
World was
So
Warm
And that
That headlight
Was only just
Barely
Bright
Enough
To blind you for a
Second.
You see,
There are millions of cars,
But only one uniquely
You.
Advice:
Stop at the crossing,
And look out
At
The
View.
You’ll find,
It means
It will end up
Not
Being
The last thing
You’ll
Ever
Do.
Be blinded by passion,
But remember to always
Understand
What you might
Rue.
One day,
You’ll be
Standing
Next to a wonderful
Stew.
Let your body stop,
But your mind never
Should
Too.
Let your mind wander
And your thoughts shall
Brew.
What’s the sweetest thing to dream,
But
Of
You,
Staring at the
View?
Dearest
Deer,
Drink the honey,
Thank the bees,
Stop at the crossing
And all shall be
Exactly how it’s meant to
Be.
Look back my
Deer in the Headlights.
Because if you only look forward,
You’ll lose your vision,
And ambition.
And your essence
Shall fly away.
Even though you’re grounded
Today,
You may fly tomorrow.
Don’t let it be from blindness
Or boredom,
But from
Imagination
And
Creation.
Stop at the crossing,
Look at the view,
A deer in the headlights
Is a distaster
Set for
Two.
I don’t want it to be the last
Thing you
Do.
And certainly,
Most certainly,
It’s not what I would
Ever
Expect
Of
You.