When those eyes look at me,
what do they see?
Is it a man looking to escape
or a boy running wild and free?
Lurking in the shadows,
I wait for them to pass me.
I do not fear them,
I fear what they see.
Hidden in the dark folds,
I hide it in the deepest sea.
And what blue depths of water do not hide,
I bury under the roots of a tree.
Only when I look at it I realize,
it is what I fear I will see.
