Where do these eyes lead me.
Is there a reason for distinction among these illusions.
All I can see are colors and lines, they mean nothing more.
Words become the object of my affection but even so,
most of the weight they carry is burdened on the shoulders of
the apathetic and blind.
So I'll close my eyes and let my mind see for itself.
Unfiltered, uncensored, raw and real.
My ears will welcome the world around me
my thoughts will give them shape and color.
My heart will make them real.
If you don't give them purpose, I will.
Not the purpose they come pre-packaged in.
wrapped in plastic and suffocated,
The kind of purpose that brings action and resolution.
I'm tired of being told how to react and what to say.
Where to go and who to with.
These eyes only show me what really isn't there.
My heart will bring flesh to the the soul of my world.