The Eyes That Follow Me
The eyes that follow me I don't see a smile in them. I don't see hatred too. I just find wonderment Clouding at their hem. The eyes that follow me Suddenly change their colour, Tell me silent stories, Ask me questions, Yet lack my flavour. The eyes that follow me At times, are tender and innocent And ooze with life Young and lively, yet They lack peace and contentment. The eyes that follow me Are hiding behind hopelessly, So I shall ignore them. But I see them far Tracking mine relentlessly. The eyes that follow me Hide their motives too. They suffer but to hide the lust, The vigour, the valour that someday May reveal their hues, grey but true. The eyes that follow me May now retreat and retire As mine are tired and tasteless. And mine merely exist In full of bewildering despair.