The EYEs

The small little things in life
That we see, sometimes so insignifant
That often, we disregard, and ignore....
The things we see, sometimes are lies
Behold the sights, which we have high regards
A matter of perception, so much we just don't know.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Yet beauty is the best tool to cloud all perspective
Ugly is the truth, as it seems
Is the truth of reality....
If we take a moment to wonder, and ponder
Then we realize, the eyes have always deceived us
When most feelings are ignored, then it is bleaks
A matter of perspective, reality bites.

The little tiny things that triggers our reflects
Our instincts, the tiny little voices in our head
All that make us stop a moment, and listen....
Shut the eyes, relax, and sit back
Take a moment, not panic, not fret, not scare
Be calm, and the true perspective will kick in.

What we see, we always just see
What we imagine, is more than just an illusion
There is patterns of information, entwined so refine....
That the eyes only see the shelf, but not beneath
See, but not feel the passion
It will always take more than the eyes to find.

The EYES, ... see?
But what is it really?