Some eyes are like marbles because they roll with the truth
Over the gritty cement of a playground that is the reality of dreams
Of kids that want to know what it means to be real and have a grip on life as others see it
And not feel like they know it all because of what the red eye implies
Some eyes are wide some are narrow
Sometimes people get scared and leave their irises behind
But what lies between the eyes is what is in the back of the back of the brain
Something greater than metaphysicality something bigger than your conception of heaven and God
Oftentimes when people are shouting at people they find this
Or when they are reading a book
Or taking a walk
It comes with the liberation of the stigma of Saturday nights and fast food
And I love to sit in a treehouse and stare at the sun until I go blind for a few minutes
Until I come back.