Specks of Confusion

Like dust on a clean screen,
clinging to the surface,
I wish I could wipe the face of surface,
clear the dust,
one must.

Like pebbles on the sea shore,
washed by waves,
forgotten by the sea,
embedded deep in the ocean,
lost forever but present.

Blink thy eyes,
rub thy mind,
clear the clutter,
nothings clear,
my dear,
nothings cloudy,
it's all in the mind and your eyes see what 'the' mind shows.