Sharing Life

I am familiar with my own voice, Therefore... Less influenced by the tone of it. Or any connection it may have, To a significance that leaves me convinced... That perhaps I should make more attempts, To use another process more direct and effective... Without the involvement of words, To describe a tree or the obviousness... Of birds that fly high in wide skies. Debating to argue over the known that is shown, Seems to entertain those unattached. And seeking to match an unconsciousness, With limited visions to adjust... While focusing upon them to repeatedly validate. I too am familiar with my thought process. Although it may be perceived, My observations are my own to conceive. And sometimes I wish they were! It would give me more time to find to accept, My denials and my own unaffected delusions. And less time would I spend, Defending what it is I observe that offends those... Preferring to pretend what it is I 'see' does not exist. Although claimed it is we're sharing life to experience