Still standing, gazing onwards..
“sorry, did you say something”..
Selective hearing or deafness..
Becomes of the hearing aid..
While blind becomes..
Of the spectacles worn..
To not have seen,..
In plain day light, eye sight...
“Seriously, did you not see”..
' Oh well' not to worry..
To not have gained..
Means to have never lost..
What holds one to court..
In such tentative manner..
To have made instinct bare..
And thus burning sensation lame..
Why so shocked, into ghostly passage..
In such deep thoughts..
Reality becomes blank..
Seriously, you have to snap out of it..
And out of it you have to.