These Eyes Of Mine

In these eyes of mine, I can see a sunshine of shimmering hope, blood soaked jeans from a sobering dope fiend looking for that Scope of life to rinse the pain away. Agony of love, the stray defeat from the coffee beans taking the morning jitters away. Folks blow their last dollar away like a puff of smoke from the new night that becomes day. I can visualize, see where my destiny lies but never grasp, clutch what must be nothingness in these hands full of the sand that is time slowly drifting in the wind to a new clay pot, watching it rot to the earth below. Shadows of pleasure elope into a dark ego that can only be seen by the sceneries of green watching kids play but lay low. Afraid of the strays that may hit, but mustn't deter them from going with the flow. Act like you know the destiny that unravels before me, but in reality my destiny is hard to find. Especially through these eyes of mine.

I can see through you to your soul like x-ray vision, incisions, lacerations to your heart that drives the barricade to become further, taller, but never small enough to let anyone in. Sin driven misfits made life hard to live. To give yourself to anyone seems foolish, so all you can do is pretend that your heart has mended, but that's like a band-aid to a bullet wound when passion is mistaken for lust. Trust no one but yourself in these selfish times. Dimes to a dozen that not even your best friend, your cousin knows what lies beneath. Morbid thoughts, devilish intentions, perfumes wreak of the scent of lost certainty from within that burgundy cashmere sweater you wear proud. As another needle shrouds your true emotions, another puff of smoke cloaks your true desires. Can't rescue someone from the fire if they yearn to burn with it. Your destiny is my destiny and they are both hard to find. Especially through these eyes of both, yours and mine.