What do you see?

When you gaze at the night sky

Do you count the stars?

Or look for constellations?

When you spin around a globe

Do you recall the wars?

Or try to find new nations?

And when you’re thinking ‘bout the ghetto

Tell me what you see.

Do you only see the death?

Does creation go unseen?

Ever notice how

The smallest of a cloud

Can take away the sun?

Do you think it right,

The clearest, summer sky

Is so easily undone?

And ever think about

How a rainstorm in a drought

Can ruin all the land?

I’ve been asking still

How oxygen can kill?

If we say that God made man.

When I think I’ve wove a pattern

Of truth in metaphor,

Then truth falls through the basket

And shatters on the floor.

Keep wondering the why,

And reasoning the how,

Rolling with answers,

But holding onto doubt.

As long as I am living

I’ll try to see the way unseen.

When death grants me a pardon

And the truth's revealed to me.