What do you imagine?

I found this photo via Pinterest, and I decided to write a perspective in the eyes of the beholder. My Pinterest is: cyschobot

The walls are closing in rapidly. 

The waves are prepared for eruption

Yet, we stand around awaiting the devastation.

Why?

Why do we feel presumptuous in thinking we are stronger than

The crashing waves.

The road is pathed with words to guide us along the way.

Words that are aimed at exactly what they state.

Keep clear.

Yet, we continue the journey down the visible fatal path.

Why?

Why do we yearn to walk into deaths trap thinking we are

All powerful to any situation? 

Are we not all made of glass?

Do are hearts not sit on the sleeve of every blouse we ever place on

Ourselves?

Perhaps despite what we see, we want to discern the differences

Between what is factual and what is all in our heads, laced in all that we fear.

Truth may be, we are careless about the walls closing in.

The waves look like a dauntless time.

The road is back words, and states for us to clear keep.

Clearly keep our fears a minimum, and our thoughts tangible.

Clearly keep the waves calm, even when the storm is inevitably brewing.

Clearly keep grabbing each brick with all our strength despite the walls being

High and the climb seems unbearable. 

Clearly keep our eyes set on all the magnificence of the mighty world, and see behind

All shores.

We are only as headstrong as our will to be the greatest beings. 

Author's Note

Tell me what you interrupt from this photo. I'd be intrigued to hear matters of perspectives.