My eyes must be
from some time long ago
when the world was a bigger place.
All they strive to see
are wide fields
rustling in the breeze,
rolling hills void of tall towers
or crowded city streets.
On the horizons they imagine
there are no silhouettes of planes,
no whistles of trains,
but then I blink
and they are forced to see
this modern world
closing in on
me