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I’m in the middle of something obvious. Something so blatantly apparent it is obscure to me. How does one pour their heart out to those in need, yet unconsciously allow personal needs to fall to ground by a self-imposed deafness? Is every voice recognizable but ours? It’s like showing someone where the bridge is, yet careening off of the cliff in blindness. I’ve heard something about a plank and an eye before, but this isn’t a matter of pride. It’s a matter of survival.
The brave fools find their path cluttered by the defeated’s attempt at haste. The cowardly find their path cluttered by fear so blinding that they lose their way. The patient observes in silence allowing each their own collective demise and then gathers the spoils. And I find myself watching it all from the hillside, numb and irresourceful to any attempt at change. Maybe…
I’m in the middle of something obvious. Hopefully not so much as to escape my attention.
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Posted by mobysurf on 2008-07-16 18:38:19 | Rating: | Views: 34
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