Well the eyes are the windows to the soul,
A throne for all the thoughts
ruled by self control.
Too well they are dismayed,
fooled by faux gold
But I tend to find my dreams are fine,
if I keep them closed.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 4:24 AM UTC
Well the eyes are the windows to the soul,
A throne for all the thoughts
ruled by self control.
Too well they are dismayed,
fooled by faux gold
But I tend to find my dreams are fine,
if I keep them closed.