Beyond the Eyes

Just the eyes of a lamb in the woods;

With a serene face, yet with a dismal mood;

Just one well-feathered penguin onto the ice;

With a tickled face, yet a soul without spice;

Eyeballing those like me in the spacious sky,

With flapping wings, yet with a drive to spy;

All sort of views come from beyond the eyes;

And so is the neatest abode for hordes of lies.

Beyond the eyes rests a very abyss of thoughts;

Yet the spot in which good and bad are fought.

Beyond the eyes rest splendor and lines of dirt,

Just like a superb street with foul hanging skirts.

A spot when roosters speak with human is wet,

And a spot when mutts growl at human is dry.

Beyond the eyes, there are love, mercy, and peace;

Beyond the eyes, there are hatred, cruelty, and war.