If the eyes are really windows to your soul,
What is your forbidden lifetime goal,
Would your eyes tell of power and greed,
Or of the desperate lonely heart you did feed.
Are your eyes captiving, loving and true,
Or a farse fooling those who knew you.
When you blink is your soul frozen in time,
And set to release flowing free, growing like a vine.
Souls such a tempremental substance of reality,
Contracted out daily yet lacking legality.
The windows to the soul can be a true danger,
Especially when you look in the mirror and all you see is the image of a stranger.
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