Overlooking

I sit here wondering,
What it is
I want to write about…
What it is
I have to say
That is of value.

And the only thing that comes to mind,
Is that which goes unspoken.

For we hold so much in…
Avoiding acting…
Speaking…
On the vary things that rattle our brain…

Sometimes it’s pride,
Sometimes it’s ignorance,
And other times,
It is plain avoidance.

We get stick on that which means nothing,
And overlook that which means everything.