It Is Possible Poem by Bullion Grey

Our clouded perspective strikes at anytime,
despite appearance to the opposite,
Judgement is inflexible, has no condition of time.
The choices we made, cannot fade, as we have thought in new directions. Even life is impemanent, yet we hold permanent thoughts.
Our vision of our future holds a picture different than this day, yet we cling to what we already think we know. Friendships are lost, or never allowed to be made, exchange of ideas (which enhance life for all) is altered or ceased, based on a simple thought of our held beliefs, our clouded perspective we think is so clear. What one may say, no matter what they tell, is not what is - but a version of what is...making it a variable of mass spectrum. Only first hand account can be true for us to see, all other are accounts interpeted by/for us.