Whose eyes do you see the through?

Those of the optimist.

For that there should be a queue,

But the earth turns with a twist.

Whose eyes do you see through?

Those of a pessimist.

Everyone gravitates to the view.

Unable, unwilling to resist.

Whose mind do you think through?

The popular thought of the day. 

One of your choice, false or true,

Or influenced, so meet halfway. 

Whose mind rules your world?

Those close enough to touch,

Or multimedia unfurled,

Laid before you, so much.

Whose voice do you speak through?

The forest, a babbling brook.

Words difficult to construe,

The city, a choir, a book.

Whose voice rules your life?

What others see, think, or say,

Causing harmony or strife.

Them or you, say yea or nay.

Laurence David Sumner 2010 ©