A Way to See

There is resistance that is persistence.  I love the air and the sun, but I love a man who must use a gun.  It is fun when we see our reality in vicinity.  He stands tall and then I feel small.  So much coming into this realm, but ignorance is bliss for others still today.  I meet and then these people retreat.  There is a curiosity around me, but actual solid relation is like the fall leaves on a tree.  I mean nothing to a blooming onion, but I am endeared to an Evanescence quality.  Maybe I can see, and others sing and dance around me.  Validity is on the horizon, and I am being born to a new scene.  It is okay to ask, but I prefer not to tell.  All that is in me is quiet and still so that I can see, actually.  I feel better in the dark, in a way.  Finding permanence is difficult, but not impossible.  I run, but there is a bird who flies faster.  Comparison to others, or to past, is the way to become relevant, but possibly miserable as well.  On this day, I speak a tune of wisdom, and am not paralleled by any other.