Eye Hope

Last night I had a dream, of sorts
through a "haze", so  blindly obscure,
that I could've been asleep, and dreaming that I was...awake !

With that point blurred, what next occurred was really something,
for it was akin to a right-cross,
because it turned my head, so quickly !

I spied a long way off, in the distance
an army of homeless citizens,
clamoring over each other, for spare change...and something good to eat;

while simultaneously, shipping off to war !
What kind of soldier can the homeless live to be ?
What kind of veteran will they make, as well ?

Only time can answer such a riddle,
and, only time possesses such patience,
so, as not to draw attention, to their eyes.

For, they shield us from knowing, of their guiltier motives,
and, all that we can see is, their sincerest hopes and dreams,
That...plus the distant, understanding nature of a child, in their "wake";

and so, I am reminded to be aware, even of my own expressions,
and to not, confuse...passer bye's in life, with just my gaze,
especially, when both of my eyes are, closed...wide shut.