weathered hands and fresh eyes

somewhere inside of us all

deep down in our soul

i believe

nay, i know

that there is an old man and a child raging against each other

see, the old man knows his weathered hands

and his steely stormy blue sight

have seen so much more than the child's fresh eyes

but the child is consistently changing and evolving 

and though he is young he knows that there is something out there

something that is much bigger than both the wise man and himself

the man has lost sight of this as he feels he has seen all

but since he is deep down in your soul

and yes i know this not true but please play along for the sake of the lesson

but since he is deep down in your soul

he has never seen your face

and the summer sun

and the fall leaves

he has never known the ecstasy of love

nor the crippling heartache of loss

he has seen his own world and maybe once,

once many many moons ago

he had seen a glimpse of the bigger picture

but he has since lost that vision

just as his vision, hearing, voice, and temperance have faded

the child, knowing this

tries to get him to see

but in reality this young boy is blind as well

because though he knows there is something out there

he is blinded by his own sickly disastrous arrogance

the conceited visions of himself are a plague

and they do not allow him to see

that the old man was young once

and that the old man knows many tidbits of advice

that may help him out of a bind

if they'd only listen to each other

if we'd only listen to the world

and atone ourselves to what has been given to us:

nothing short of a miracle