EYES OF THREE

12:28 AM

i want to see the world

and i want the world to see me

there is a certain beauty about the foreign

the different perspectives it shows me.

when i was about eight my mother told me

darling, dont you want a sibling?

you'll be happier, wiser as should be

you'll do great things, honey youll brag to me.

i want to see cultures and shades of skin,

hear greetings which are gibberish to me.

atop the mountain i'll watch the earth dim

trail my eyes to the sun nearing the edge of the sea

"its a bigger world when you have siblings"

she said to me, honey,it would be great

you'll see the world

through eyes of three

i said "No! i know ill be fine on my own"

i know the difference between coffee and tea

and how people like them separately

you only choose one, i know thats how it should be.

Now at seventeen i struggle to see the world;

i thirst for the unknown, for my feet to touch unfamiliarity

i want to see the world and feel the discovery

i want to see through everyone, both coffee and tea

i was foolish and selfish

ignorant as a child can be

i only wanted to see what i already saw

sought the solitude as company

i cant reverse the clock or change fate's jokes

its too late now to see things in eyes of three.

now i battle unarmed to do what i want to do

to open my mind enough to see how others see

i guess i was not meant to see the world through eyes of three;

but i guess i was meant to see the three through the world before me

—Eyes of Three, AS

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