Through My Eyes
Dawg
You read my words
and get a piece of my mind.
You hear the rhymes
and try to find
a way to see things the way I do,
a way to make it all make sense to you.
You glance at the paper
and the words cry out,
telling you there’s meaning
hidden deep inside.
You try to see beyond the lies
and see your world through my eyes.
My eyes see glory in the litany of saints.
My eyes see rainbows in the moonlit night.
My eyes see deep within a hidden soul of pain.
My eyes are blind alright.
Don’t look through my eyes.
You try to tear through the words,
find what’s there beneath.
You search for reasons,
for a secret sign.
You try to lose yourself
in the air I breathe
and find what I can never find.
You try to learn the fires
that make up my hell.
You try to see things
with my mind of shards.
You wonder what it is
I try to say and fail,
as words fall dead
in the mental graveyard.
My eyes see the darkness in the day.
My eyes are the lock that no key fits.
My eyes have seen the horror
and the honors and my own way.
My words show you bits —
but don’t look through my eyes.
Don’t look through my eyes
to the man hidden there beneath.
Don’t look into my soul
that I have laid to peace.
Don’t look through my mind
and the secret pains hidden there.
Don’t look behind my eyes,
or you may just find me here.
And I see me,
through my eyes.