Feb 2020
Outside the world,
Detached from these echos of ours
A set of golden eyes,
Which glint in the sun’s stunning strikes,
And glimmer in the moon’s luminescent lasers,
Watch over the lively realm
And protect the tipping balance,
Which tilts with each grain
That the hourglass will drain.
But I, standing inside this world,
Wonder if those eyes
Are the ones I should trust.
Detached from these echos of ours
A set of golden eyes,
Which glint in the sun’s stunning strikes,
And glimmer in the moon’s luminescent lasers,
Watch over the lively realm
And protect the tipping balance,
Which tilts with each grain
That the hourglass will drain.
But I, standing inside this world,
Wonder if those eyes
Are the ones I should trust.
From out there, even the rumbles of highways are distant, echoed, and slightly distorted.
You never can tell who someone is just by their eyes. Who knows, god could have red eyes, and satan has golden ones. Maybe it’s just an alien overlord. I probably should’ve gone with silver eyes though, they’re more natural.
You never can tell who someone is just by their eyes. Who knows, god could have red eyes, and satan has golden ones. Maybe it’s just an alien overlord. I probably should’ve gone with silver eyes though, they’re more natural.
