A Mission of Our Eyes

We embarked on a mission of our eyes,
To find security within the pages of stories so calmly told.
As if each letter provided us with a personal inventory.
Speaking of the correctness within our wrongs.
Trying to convince us to stay, and as if fingers were plastered to the binding of this book,
I couldn't shut it, nor look away.
Brows lifted at concepts misunderstood and shuddered motions when read of our own instability.
Only green lights are shining.
Pushing us to move forward on our mission.
Crying at us, screaming.
Trying to emerge our bodies from empty buildings and crowded minds.