Eye To Eye Poem by keith brown

Come to your senses,
Come yield your touch
Come talk, come listen, come see
Life has a taste,
you surely will miss
Lest you come to your senses like me.

Come to your senses, that's what they say
I'm not really sure what they mean
Do I lie, do I act,
Are things real or a fact
Does the truth lay somewhere between.

Come to your senses, be just like the rest

Well now I'm beginning to see

Life does have a taste sound and a touch

You just don't see it like me