Eye Spy

In a cage made of smiling faces

Of polite salutations

Of tense undertones

In this cage of smiling faces

I sit in fear of eyes.

Eyes.

Meaning that if you find some you must react

Eye.

I.

Eyes are the window of the soul, I've heard tell--

It’s true.

The eyes that seek to look away,

The eyes that boldly go

Where no man has gone before

All these eyes and so many more

Are windows of the soul.

It rapidly becomes clear

That Eyes are dangerous things,

For the one who smiles and yet shrinks

At the thing that eyes mean.

If Eyes were rarer than the gems of the earth

Or were merely pretty pieces of glass

Then we might look more boldly into their frightening depths

But still we fear the simple clause

Cause and Effect

Look and React

Smile, then talk.

Eyes are the window of the soul.

You know what I mean. There is nothing more frustrating than polite conversation (cage of smiling faces) and Eye contact is more scary than the threat of rain on a beach day. You know.