An eye dyed
The color black

Glares at me

From the side window.

I'm holding
A thing
Of orange juice and
I hate orange juice

But the eye dyed
The color black

Is indifferent
To my feelings.

It, they, the eye dyed
The color black

Only cares about

What I do
And, I presume,
Why I do it for reasons

The eye
Will never
Admit.

Answering why,
Would only

Make them

Us.