Power of an Eye

Sometimes I find life to be simple and clear

To make all the noise and faces disappear

Somewhere in my head, I search for my fears

I can contemplate and relish them and hold them dear

But I don't think life is exactly fair

Spending days building nothing out of thin air

And when we start to look at the clock and stare

We are better off dead before our eyes go there

'Cus it's the eye that holds knowledge since the first seconds of our lives

Eventually, it holds the darkest of peoples secrets and all their lies

hopefully, it's what holds the beauty for everything for which you strived

And it's what holds our imagination and whats to come and be seen as we die