prying open my third eye......
shimmering green and white, it's comforting me with its wild eyes
one on its back and tumbling, it's dark again
life sent me walking and falling and crying until I die
I SAW EYES
I HAVE THREE
three......
said life is but a dream....so many questions
so glad to see you, I missed you so much
get up and watch me play, watch me say
I missed you so much
I stick my hand into the shadow
pick pieces from the sand
trying to put them all together
I do not realize the vessal
BUT THE EYES LOOK SO FAMILIAR
SO GLAD TO SEE YOU
I MISSED YOU SO MUCH
DREAMED I WASHED YOU AWAY
WHILE I WAS RUNNING FAR AWAY
life is but an emulation of you
I missed you so much
the eyes look so sorry
so familiar, so ready to die, so ready to see
SO GOOD TO SEE YOU ONCE AGAIN
I THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE HIDING
YOU THOUGHT I HAD RUN AWAY FOREVER
I OPEN MY EYE
my THIRD eye
By Bryan Beemer