There's a lens that follows you all your life. Sometimes you're not awake to see it. But you can feel it - on your back, neck and shoulders. Burrowing away.
A road less paved, covered in thorns, rocks and cracks, firms up the sole (soul). The lens grows wider.
The lens of others should have no bearing. No sight for you to see. It's none of your business what they see. To never be guided by the blind. Let them walk and see whatever they wish - just never justify yourself, especially to people who refuse to see anything else.
But it's easier said then done. That's the tuff part. You can't stride on a rocky road. You're more likely to climb.
Best to dust of the feet with every step. Dust off the weight from sleepy eyes. Dull eyes. Eyes that have no vision at all.
Again, it's hard to ignore those eyes. They're freakin' everywhere. Words may not speak, but the eyes say plenty.
Some eyes speak more than others.
I'm growing tired of a few eyes.
Movin' on.
