Into the eyes

That see everything

Yet nothing

Eyes that burn with tears

Yet not sure why

Afraid to be shed

But wanted to be noticed

Into the heart

That hates to love

And loves to hate

A heart that beats

To no particular rhythm

But it's own

Into a spirit

Who wants to be touched

Yet afraid of the contact

A spirit wild and free

Yet bound in skin

Yearning for something

But not knowing what

Eyes, heart, and spirit

Each a window into something else

Windows that wish to be opened

But not willing to see truth

See the raw Truth?

Or live in the chains of lies?