Wandering Eye

I have kept my ways shut out from evil eyes,
I threw my words into the brown forrest river,
So they would never be heard again.
When the snow covered
The ground I was trying to stand,
I wanted to follow your footsteps,
But did not,
For fear of your cold eyes.
There were not many colors,
Fickle shades,
Not many answers revealed.
Bound by a chain of speculations,
I entered the spectacular scene,
I didn't know which door was the right one,
The one I walked out through,
Or the one you walked in.
Bustling in my mind,
Beasting in my soul,
Bursting and buzzing and bleeding
Were all the sounds and faces;
Eyes moved all around,
And stared deep inside me from everywhere.
I tried to wrap a mantel around me,
And then a voice said,
What do you care?
I chewed my lip,
Caught a wandering eye,
Exposed it to the light,
And said,
Oh, this is the strangest thing I've ever seen.


May 27, 2005