Moods still change with the seasons
and the orbit of the moon.
Eyes are glass
Look into them long enough and you'll see right through.
Eyes that have seen
Life and Death in the most beautiful manifestations
Eyes that watch brother grow up,
And mother grow old.
Eyes that can show me where I am,
but not what's in front of me.
Eyes that don't change the happened
only sit and watch as the world vigorously blackens.
Mostly these eyes are a disguise to hide the lies, depression and anxiety held inside by the so-called perspicacity of the mortal mind.
More often then not I find that these eyes deceive me but
when I'll do whatever it may be within my capability to distort what they are showing me.
Or close them because even the sugar coated delusions are too much for them to bear to see.
But when these eyes close it appears that there's nothing but the truth to take.
So I'll stay awake.