Engagement

[Hannibal]

Our body, mind, and heart,
Age, grow old, rot.
From the inside to the outside,
We decay.
Matter deteriorates around us,
And our eyes shower the world,
With color, and vibrance.
Our eyes see things,
As they are meant to be seen,
With a colorfull cheer,
An intense concentration.
Our eyes unlike us,
Stay strong in their color,
Their bonds of identity giving away,
What our souls have to offer,
And what we have seen,
As we grow old,
And our eyes decieve us,
With their youthfull colors,
Our jelousy engages them,
In a game of truth,
A game of life.
Much to our dismay,
Our eyes have it.
And they win again.

[parch]

praising eyes...what's the key to this?... i wasn't sure at first and i'm still not sure ....but i think that it has a deeper message than i can grasp.. i like it but i don't get it.. it seems that the eyes are being compared to youth and truth...while the rest of the being decays....and that the eyes always come out on top... i don't know..hope i haven't mutilated your piece... i did enjoy reading it cause i could actually hear your voice coming through..hannible...keep writing.
___---parch