I See Through...

I see through the moist eyes.

Those that get moist when I lose.

They don’t weep, these days…

They don’t even sleep.

I see those eyes.

I see the forehead and the worries.

I know their hopes that I will be happy.

They don’t say… nor do I speak.

We’ve reached an impasse.

I know the worries.

I see their efforts to see me smile…

Who am I really… but I matter to them!

It's true … we don’t say ‘hi’ anymore.

But I know all that they did.

I’ll always remember!

I see myself… tired, yet, content…

But I wish my story had a different end…

I feel lost in the large scheme of life.

This isn’t me…

This was never me.

And then I see him…

The most powerful, the ‘all-knowing’…

And every day I ask him why?

And then I realize…

Only he is supposed to know.

And then I feel...

Why is it that I can see through?

I wish I couldn't.

I really wish I couldn't...

But... I see through...