No More Eyes
No More Eyes
How life is fruitful
In terms of living?
What is the scale of wealth?
Whose blessings at hand lay, at last
When I'm left a pale face- white?
Undone, by grace
I hold on like a passerby
Clinging at end of the branch
Besides me lay more eyes
Who speak no love but war
The line ahead merged a mist
But I'm still there.
By the bay, the happiness lay.
Whose eyes bespoke dreams - not money.
A cleared out road
By just one speck of light.
I turned towards the Holli game.
Myself a harbinger of living
I caressed the wealth given to me
Traveling down through
Till I realize -
There are no more eyes to see,
There are no more eyes to see.