Second Sight

Second Sight 11/21/2013

There is an eye inside my head

Its function unknown

Sensitive to light

And shrouded in mystery.

For some it is a gland

But for others 

A seat for the soul

But like many other things

It remains dark, and misunderstood.

There are things

That we cannot see

Right in front of our eyes

But even if, we will not look

It does not mean

That it’s not there. 

We walk around half blinded

Dazzled by trivial pursuits

And gaudy distractions

But even in a fog

You can feel the siren

Going off, in your brain. 

The kind of feeling

When your hair stands on end

When you know
That you should turn around

Or look the other way. 

We have all felt it

And we know how
It prickles the skin

As our senses pick up something

That we do not understand.

The signal is picked up

By a type of vision

The kind we cannot explain

But are trained to ignore. 

Look inside

And see yourself

With a cold and frosty eye

As to where you have been

And where you are going.

What is it?

We really want

And what is it?

That we have done. 

Who is it?
That loves us

And who is it?
That hates us

Because the only thing we can control

Is what we leave behind.