Perspective

The worlds outside my eyes,
are ever-changing and ever-moving.
The clouds drift from grey, to white, and black again,
and the wind from strong to still.

The person that you see before you,
is never the same, from moment to moment.
Even my face creases and twitches,
pools of sorrow, happiness, and observance shift around in my eyes,
and the lines in my hands slowly deepen.

Through my sight,
the world changes.
A kind word builds friendships,
while callousness and hatred will burn them down in funeral piers.

As the days go on,
experiences and memories gather and build up,
creating lenses for us to see through,
though some eventually fade away.

I hope that these days and happinesses are branded on my mind,
because the friends and family that I have now,
are those that I wish to hold to my heart forever.