The eyes are the window to the soul,
At least that is what I have always been told,
But I was never made aware of the language that they speak
And how their words can make you grow weak
Or how they can freeze the world around them
And keep you in their grasp
Holding you there for what feels like forever
Although I am wise enough to know that nothing ever lasts,

So within them I begin to search, or at least try to understand
How sometimes they can pull me in quickly like a black hole,
Or consume me slowly, just like quicksand
But I still wander innocently through their forest,
And float helplessly in their universe, but they do not want me to see
What they are hiding beyond their stars, or keeping between their trees