Eyes of the Lynx

In Native American mythology
The species of feline called Lynx symbolizes
The ability to see clearly, as well as being
The knower of secrets, in terms of what
We hide from ourselves as well as others

I did not ask for this gift
Nonetheless, it is ever present,
Sometimes, I strive to imagine
Having a blind eye for the
Things that I truly see
And owning a deaf ear
Towards what is really heard

Having known many people in this life�s venture
Associates sometimes are distant strangers
And strangers are close friends
For to see what is hidden from others
Is to observe what is unseen by most
To know that which we attempt to conceal
From ourselves, is to look through the eyes of the Lynx

(pause)

Do these eyes pierce you?
Or do they intrigue you
Is it both at the same time?

I didn�t mean to make you shudder
While that smug tone of voice began to stutter
As you became aware of the pensive
Stare, that unintentionally seeps right
Through to the core, the false mask
So neatly worn, cringes upon the prospect
of those interior thoughts exposed to the exterior

Gazing around a room full of puppets
To their own suppressed ideas
While thinking their inner most secrets are safe
However, the eyes of the Lynx do not lie,

(pause)

Go ahead,
Condemn the wealthy woman
Across the room in the corner
But did I see a glare of envy?
Laugh at the alcoholic as he
Guzzles down the fluids of intoxication
But wipe the saliva from your mouth
Persecute the two woman sitting arm in arm
Was that a flicker of fascination I detected?

For now, I too will wear my mask
One of innocence and vulnerability
And saunter about the room quietly
For if they only knew,

Eyes of the Lynx
An unwanted gift?
Or underappreciated blessing?
Either way,

ODE TO THE MIGHTY LYNX��������������