Eyes are windows to the soul
Or so they say
Yet my windows are clouded and dirty
I wish the world not to view
What I treasure and hold closely
So pardon me if I do not allow you to see
So laugh if you will, joke if you must
I don't give a damn you see
If I choose to keep it all to myself
Thats my prerogative
Only a blind man could see, for he has the true vision
Of that which I seek, I don't give a damn if your feelings are hurt
I have no time to give, no energy to expend
So my windows are clouded and dirty
Into my soul you will never see
I trust no one and let no one in
Despite what the general population thinks
So stand there and peek if you must
You won't see a damn thing but gray clouds and dust
An open book once I was, and now I slam the cover shut
Tuck myself away upon the shelf,a collection of self awareness
Wasted on the public venue,windows to the soul..
windows that are now empty...

"Only a blind man could see, for he has the true vision"


Well, perhaps. Perhaps not. Some sighted people can still see through the "clouds" and the "dirt" knowing there's something far deeper than surface debris.

Been there, done that....excellent write Gaia...

I've seen I've felt I know the love I have in my heart and my Soul sings when you smile,,

Love you

I have already seen what lies behinds the clouded dirt ... I need shades ...