‘’Sense’’ - Original Poem   

I often wonder how we can have sight but no vision

We can hear but forget to listen

And mostly, how one can talk yet be afraid to speak

Up to those who need to hear it the most

Do we truly wish to live blind, or do we truly wish to live free?

Are these two actually a dichotomy?

If scent was an introduction, then what happens before the conclusion?

If touch can give us a revelation then what happens to those we include In?

My taste may be different, albeit unique

Yet senses are hardly formal to those who truly seek.