what's in front of you

many things precious are often lost over time,
many small pieces of love that had defined
our previous existence,
our times of smaller stature,
those things that mattered were fractured
and excised from our daily lives
as we grew and did find ourselves in constant binds
of time, of the mind, of emotions ill defined,
big things swallowed whole the gems of refined
cultivated happiness,
sand grains that brought us bliss
a daily bike ride,
a simple hug and a kiss,
a smiling face in which to confide,
comradery with loved ones,
as passion did become one with our innate drive to oblivion
it was easy to become undone,
easy to get lost in the glare of the sun,
perhaps it’s necessary that we turn tail and run
from that and those which give us bright eyes and fun,
it gives us perspective when overlooking the collective
book of our experiences, so we can create directives,
refine our motus operandi rather than sinking into sedatives,
the sediments of living an unchanged life
and never sharpening our mind with our sight