When you look into my eyes, do you see the whole world?
The babies being born, the fortunate dying.
A woman crying over the body of a dead lover,
Time cut too short but peace found eternally.
A child balancing on her father’s toes,
Swaying to the rhythm, flowers of youth still growing in her heart.
Do you see the savage fight between the starving packs of wolves?
Gruesome, yes, but the beasts know no morals,
We inflicted those upon them.
Or the young deer, curled up under his mother’s body,
Unknowingly in the crosshairs of the hunter’s eye?
An old redwood, decaying on the forest floor,
Becoming home for the mushrooms and a playground for the squirrels.
Is that what you see?

I thought I saw the world in your eyes,
But there wasn’t any green before.
No, no, those gold specks are out of place,
And when did you last sleep?
I’ve never seen them bloodshot before.
And who is that little girl, staring back at me?
I don’t recognize these eyes.
You must have stolen them from an unfortunate soul.
Poor young thing, void of life yet encompassing it all.
Shining there, the desolation rooted in the script of humanity,
That forces our hearts to beat long after our souls have given up.
A very familiar feeling—-one that reminds me of home.
Oh, now I see,
I thought I saw the world in your eyes,
But I think it’s just a reflection.