Eel

Eel
Tunnel vision, a worst fate than being blind.
We suffer from it, like a mental disease.
We think what we want instead of
wanting what is pushed our way in the breeze.

What if we understood the art of listening?
What if we grasped the concept of today?
We could look into the past without salt covered cheeks,
we could glance at the future without dismay.

Just look into the heart of the eel—
pumping with electricity.
Listen, you’ll hear the static is causes,
but somehow it will give you clarity.