Can you see past your vacant lies,
draw what you see of me,
hiding beneath injured cries,
what do you think you see?
my eyes are of what color,
haunting your very presence,
all you can tell is of green pure,
edging the expressions,
but look closer, can you really tell,
beyond the distorting spell,
you cannot quite form the picture,
always edged in soft-edged blur,
I tell you now as you add to my height,
then decide that it’s not right and erase,
that you are looking to hurriedly in flight,
but avoiding my true gaze,
you can yet but not understand me,
as you try from but a slanted angle,
but you are yet to see,
far and further past the tangle,
you need to look deeper still,
as the edges still form in both black and white,
sometimes edged with frill,
but you act as though you have no sight,
you are not looking at the true me,
if you look here you will see...
