What do you see?

Look at this, what do you see?
Yes a rock.
But a philosopher might see a question,
A warrior may see a weapon,
A prospector could see an ore,
A poet may see a poem ,
An artist may see inspiration.

A scientist will see a bundle of atoms,
And a holy man will see a creation of god,
A hoarder will see a collectible,
And a Taoist may see nothing,
An athlete might see an obstacle,
And a mathematician a variable.

Do you know what I see?
I see a small piece the earth,
Cut from it and shaped by the elements,
A small piece of the world in which we live.

It Reminds me that we don’t have much time,
To think like a philosopher,
To fight like a warrior,
To feel like a poet,
To be inspired like an artist.

To theorise like a scientist,
To belief like a holy man,
To run like an athlete,
And to calculate like a mathematician.

So why see a rock when you can see possibility,
And new worlds beyond that of reality,
Imagine and create as gods in our own right,
Far beyond the comprehension of realism,
And in the heart of clarity and creation,
Madness and inspiration,
Images and imagination.

Our lives are all too temporary,
And I have no intention in seeing rocks for the rest of it.