behind my eyes
and in my boots
i feel the earth below
familiar colors envelope
these trees I've come to know
a man stands in the forest
he is from a stranger land
he wears no boots, but sandals
he knows no earth, but sand
he finds no comfort in these colors
no relief in the sounds
he's from a stranger land
yet his fire abounds
i look away in shame
searching for some grace
i was always taught
not to look upon his face
the face of struggle
of taint and pain
of woeful perplexity
don't look upon the face of other
i was always told
and if you do, beware
you might just see his soul
or much worse yet
lest you forget ...
you might just see yourself
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 11:06 PM UTC
behind my eyes
and in my boots
i feel the earth below
familiar colors envelope
these trees I've come to know
a man stands in the forest
he is from a stranger land
he wears no boots, but sandals
he knows no earth, but sand
he finds no comfort in these colors
no relief in the sounds
he's from a stranger land
yet his fire abounds
i look away in shame
searching for some grace
i was always taught
not to look upon his face
the face of struggle
of taint and pain
of woeful perplexity
don't look upon the face of other
i was always told
and if you do, beware
you might just see his soul
or much worse yet
lest you forget ...
you might just see yourself