We have eyes, yet we do not see, When we look, recognition flees. Occasionally, when sight breaks through, We realize too late what we once missed anew . Regret lingers for not gazing deeper still, For the blind navigate without sight's will, Yet we, with eyes, overlook what's plain, We gaze at the surface, and if it's fair, We don't bother to look beyond, unaware Of secrets hidden, truths concealed within, The façade deceives, and depth goes unmet. Do we need new lenses to see what's gained? - Writer's Advice Let's all try to be there for the people around us. They may seem fine but you never know, 1 phone call could save a life.🙏🙏🤗