THROUGH THEIR EYES

 

Through Their Eyes

I wander through the world, adrift,

Gazing through my eyes,

My eyes alone.

The streets hum soft, the skies don’t shift,

Yet something pulls, a silent tone.  

Then I slip inside another’s mind,

And peer through their eyes,

Through their eyes.

A stranger’s heart, a soul confined,

Their truths unravel, sharp with cries.  

They might stand rigid behind a counter,

Or wear a mask of practiced scorn.

Their dreams lie buried, hearts asunder,

Frayed by battles, bruised and worn.

Goin’ behind the eyes of the people,

It’s a dangerous game, a dangerous game.

Goin’ behind the eyes of the people,

Leaves scars no tongue can name.  

This world is stitched with threads of longing,

A tapestry of whispered fears.

So many wolves in sheep’s belonging,

Hiding grins behind their sneers.

Their secrets pulse, a restless river,

Each glance a weight, each thought a chain.

To know their pain makes my soul shiver,

Yet still I dive, again, again.  

I wish I weren’t so cursed with knowing,

This telepathic burden’s sting.

To feel their rage, their sorrow growing,

Like thorns beneath a fragile wing.

I’d rather drift in dreams unbroken,

Where shadows don’t demand my care.

But truth’s a blade, its edge unspoken,

And I’m too raw to turn from there.  

Sometimes I linger in their laughter,

A fleeting warmth, a fragile spark.

But joy’s a ghost that fades soon after,

Swallowed whole by endless dark.

The mother mourning dreams that shattered,

The child who hides from crueler hands—

Each life’s a weight, my spirit battered,

Yet still I walk these shifting sands.  

I try to shut the voices out,

To shield my heart, to just be free.

But empathy’s a ceaseless shout,

A tide that pulls the core of me.

I take the hits, I bear the bruising,

For those who’ll never know my name.

This gift, this curse, it’s mine for choosing,

And still I play this dangerous game.  

So I’ll keep moving through the throng,

Lookin’ through my eyes,

My eyes alone.

But then I’ll pause, and slip along,

To see through their eyes,

Through their eyes.

They might be lost, their hope a flicker,

Or hardened cold, their trust betrayed.

Goin’ behind the eyes of the people,

It’s a heavy price, a reckless trade.

Goin’ behind the eyes of the people,

Is a dangerous game, a dangerous game.

Goin’ behind the eyes of the people,