I hide my thoughts
behind my eyes.
Like shades
and shadows
among the trees.
Are they only
friends, or is
there more
than what my
eyes see.
Oh my eyes,
do they see
the truth?
Do my eyes
fool me, by
wandering through
the crowd.
My eyes,
do they see
too much?
Do they observe what
ought not to be
observed? Should
I hide my eyes, from
what I see. Should I
close my eyes
and become like
a little babe
only knowing
what I need?
Or should
I take charge of
what I know is
true and what
could be right
in my mind.
Should I find
out the
truth or leave
things be?
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
I hide my thoughts
behind my eyes.
Like shades
and shadows
among the trees.
Are they only
friends, or is
there more
than what my
eyes see.
Oh my eyes,
do they see
the truth?
Do my eyes
fool me, by
wandering through
the crowd.
My eyes,
do they see
too much?
Do they observe what
ought not to be
observed? Should
I hide my eyes, from
what I see. Should I
close my eyes
and become like
a little babe
only knowing
what I need?
Or should
I take charge of
what I know is
true and what
could be right
in my mind.
Should I find
out the
truth or leave
things be?
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