Many Eyes
There are many eyes observing us
There are many eyes trying to find us out
They can’t see through us, but we can see through their gaze
We can’t see what hides behind them, but we can see the eyes that disgust us
And we are disgusted by them
We turn away,
Turning our heads to not look at them anymore
But they still see us
We can’t escape their gaze,
It drives us insane
Funny....
When the eyes were younger, they didn’t have to gaze at us
When our eyes were younger, we didn’t have to gaze at them
We guess time changes everything
Or maybe not everything....
Or maybe we are just imagining their gazes on us
Maybe we are just imagining that we and they have change,
Although mostly due
To our own eyes gazing upon them and their gazes
Is it all in our heads, and not in our eyes....?
Who knows?
I don’t anymore
And they don’t care, either
Even after they turn
Their gazes away from us,
And we still feel their eyes on us
IS IT JUST ALL IN OUR MINDS?
OR....WHAT’S WITH THOSE EYES WE NEVER SAW
OR EVER WANTED TO SEE-
THE GAZE AND EYES WE TRIED TO AVOID-
WHY ARE THEY COMING BACK TO US,
AFTER WE HOPED WE WOULD NEVER ENCOUNTER THEM?
AFTER WE HOPED WE WOULD NEVER HAVE TO IMAGINE THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE,
AFTER WE NEVER EVEN THOUGHT OR IMAGINED THAT WE WOULD IMAGINE THEM
WHEN OUR VERY OWN EYES
WERE MUCH YOUNGER TRHAN US?
WHEN OUR VERY OWN BRAINS, IGNORANT TO THEIR GAZE
WERE, AT ONE TIME
MUCH YOUNGER THAN WE HAD EVER BEEN?