understatement

We talk too much
And our words mean so little
How to see?
Do your eyes deceive you
Has the light bent into your way
To appear than to be
How do you see?
To express would be an understatement
For we don’t always see what we’re looking at.
Today, those who see are dwindling
It is accepted to assume we can see
When our eyes have grown blind from disuse.
From a roar to a silent whisper
We forget to see
the subtle flame inside.