eye

I’m more than meets the EYE
it can’t define my interests in art
I refuse to be classified as a lover of anything but simplicity
But realistically that’s what it boils down to
in your EYES.

The trouble is
what distinguishes me is so vague and myst-like
that I couldn’t argue with your attempts to find it for me
Or satisfy the relationship we have
With gifts purportedly fit only for a ruler’s eyes.

for as I sparkle in my youth
and attempt to explain my soul
I won’t be wearily treading alone
I’ll be watched, but not from above
For you’ll always be here to keep an eye on me

I’ll voyage to the limits of my personality
as far as the eye can see
and come back with some interpretations
visions deep into my mind’s eye
that I will want to explain to you
someday
so you’ll know me as more than an eye cliché.