Putting Sense

I been tiptoeing my way here. And thinking that I should be putting sense in my life. “Putting Sense” what is it? I can't remember where or how I get these words. Has these phrase made me wiser to even think of it. Or just some presuming acquired wisdom happen to across by. Or maybe out of my waiting.

For the longest time, I been staring through my window. I see movements, people choosing direction & driving to it. And sometimes, someone even stopped by and drag me out from my self-imposed cell. And occasionally, I allowed them.

There, I was having my child eye, Seeing, feeling & wondering...what they want me to see? My inner me asking... "Should I see what they want me to see, or feel what they felt or just stop wondering and be drag by their flow. "

Then, I'm back on my window. Look out to put sense to all these. My eyes are tired.... I shut it down. It jolt me. I see images of people I cared. A smile say it all. There's no used to putting sense. Because there, they are my SENSE. I have them with me all this time.