Knowing how you paint your eyes..
Many colors in disguise.
You may blink once or twice..
But you’ve grown up way too fast..
And in a blink of an eye you’ve died.
Maybe enough of us get set up to hold a color in your eyes.
To late to live a simple life..
You get what you get..
And still can’t lift the blinds.
You can push me out on a limb..
But who will catch me..
If I can’t see to climb.
If I’m blind like you..
Seeing only lies.
All I need is a time between the lines of grey..
In your dark dismay.