"Foresight," A Poetry Post for My Son

What you see out there?

Nothing.

Say what? Look again.

What you see out there?

Nothing.

That's cause you can't see nothing.

Young folks got

various blinders

in the way of 

seeing destiny.

I can see fine.

You can't see nothing.

You looking for

approval from your

peers and

that don't mean

nothing.

I can see fine.

You can't see nothing.

You looking for

outsiders' love to

replace your fear of

what you 

don't know about 

your own self and

that don't amount to

nothing.

I can see fine.

You can't see nothing.

You looking for

a way to 

get out of 

hard work and 

suffering and

life involves

hard work and

suffering so

that ain't gonna 

get you nothing.

You don't know. You just think you know.

I know I can see.

You wish honey.

All of us thought we saw.

All of us 

thought we knew.

All of us

thought we had

direction.

I can look back now and SEE, see?

I can SEE now what was out there then.

That don't make sense.

That's cause you can't see nothing.

Sometimes

you oughta 

trust my eyes.

My eyes got more practice.

-T. D. James-Moss