Sad Eyes Freestyle

Yo, they call your Eyes the speed of light,
Still lookin' charming, burnin' ever so bright.
I ain't no poet, so forgive the lines I write,
Your horse is wild, so hold the reins on tight.

Let it carry you from one fade to the next,
'Til you're exhausted, 'til you're out of breath.
'Til there's nothin' left but the final test,
Yeah, the right to take your very last gasp... death.

And your verse goes quiet, and the storm is calm,
And for the hundredth time, I'm writin' you a psalm.
From these crowns of sonnets, I try to pull through
The light that's shinin' from the sad eyes of you.

So what we got here? Just some fields and some waves,
And the crests they carry are the blues of our days.
And the books of feelings that we're tryin' to write,
Are just empty pages in the pale moonlight.
Yeah, just leaves on the ground, fallin' one by one,
Another season's over, another race is run.

Poets... faces outside the frame...
Dragged to the bottom by the weight of their name...
Yes... what a trifle... what a silly game...
It's all just nothin'... really... what a shame...