The Eyes
In the cold quiet morning, I stay in bed,
Staring at the eyes in the deep brain
Who's residing opposite the sky's light
Left me innocently stuck in-between
I wonder why they are there for me
Making me feel so warm and so familiar
I wondered whose eyes they might be
Stay selves quietly and vividly over there
No one knows what they're going to tell
Except for the unique sensitive masterful soul
They are exactly the mystery incoming signal
Starting a life running afar off mechanical
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