Eyes to Hair (Hair!!)

We're rooted quite similarly

Fixed into the head

You on the top

And me looking ahead

Whoever created man

Fashioned curious objets d'art

Truly wise was he

To give me such a span

But sometimes you know

Duendes fuel curiosity

Despite having a vision so fledged

My thirst was but hedged

And I wanted to badly know

What lay above the brow

(ignoring the forehead of course)

This quarantine gave me the idea

To rehabilitate friendly lines

And resurrect dewy brotherhood

So I tried to contact you

But it was vain and futile

The confidence slackened, and sterile

Then I tried vying for hope

I tried to tell you, to reach you

But alas! I am fixed in a spot

This time you listened and told me to lend my hand

So I tried my best to look over the end (of the brow)

And you miraculously grew

So much that I hadn't the clue

What distance you will accrue

And finally, reach out to me or the shoe?