Why are you staring at the sky?
At the stars?
At the moon and the sun?
At the clouds passing by?
Why are you staring at the flowers?
At the reds and lilacs and yellows?
At the greens of the mountains contrasted by the blues?
At the birds flying by?
Why are you staring at the ocean?
At the grandeur of nature?
Or even at the magnificence of the concrete jungle?
At the skyscapers?
At the trains and cars and airplanes?
Why do you look at these beautiful things but when handed a mirror, you won’t even take it?
Why are you not staring at you?