My Eyes

Little glass balls, placed in my head
Sew them in with a needle and thread
Gloss them up, paint away the red
Then gave me feet so I could tread

Oh, the things these eyes have seen
Deep ocean blue and forest green
Tragedy, comedy, but what's it mean?
Is it a mess or perfectly clean?

Horrendous messes of tragedies
The disgraces of our celebrities
What a chef calls a "specialty"
And what life's like in reality

Eyes, oh eyes, the light of day dies
Seeing the passageway of time fly
By my head, but the sights are not dead
Nighttime can show a lot, I've said

So show me now, on a wisp of a cloud
Just what made this world so proud?
Ignorance, hatred, violence, and greed
Pandora's curiosity planted this seed

In time, I'll rhyme, and mime away
Put my emotions on a shelf today
In time, my mind, the child it is
Will pull them down so it can play

My subconscious hates me, it must be so
But if you debate me, my eyes will glow
They'll recant the things I've seen and done
By the end of the playing, my eyes will have won