The Truth of the Eyes

By Rico Colley

The helpless, happy friend sits still and quiet on the mountaintop,
he listens to the nature and peace around him and puts it all together with his imagination.
He does not see with his eyes, but with his mind.
He sits there in a meditative state when a bird chirps,
a long grin stretches across the friend’s face and although his eyes are closed,
he reaches out to the bird’s exact spot and gently strokes his soft head.
The friend begins falling asleep,
he has reached complete peace.
While he sleeps, he tosses and turns restlessly with a worried look on his face.
His dreams are invaded by demonic creatures cackling and biting at his soul.
He hops up and opens his eyes for the very first and is nearly blinded by the sun.
Fields of oilrigs and factories spitting disgusting, gray smoke into the sky.
Shiny, metal boxes on four wheels speeding along roads,
spitting the same smoke into the air.
Beautiful, green trees being cut down by fat pigs in suits,
being replaced with huge business buildings and large malls.
The friend looks at the real world in terror.
The dirt under him begins shaking and he hears what sounds like continuous chopping.
He looks up to see a group of large machines in the sky.
Little sparks of lights like little stars and loud bangs come from under the machines.
It makes holes in the building around him.
Suddenly he notices little creatures running out of the buildings panicking.
He looks to see what people look like, but all of their eyes are closed tight.
In fact, they have no eyes.
And without the truth of the eyes,
we are all blind.