| I bring the deep hazel from the west staring at your anomalies; Soaring high with doubts higher than you can stimulate You don’t see yourself, do you? Through your tricks and lies On a tree, I sit and gaze through the window and eavesdrop I am amused and I will continue to be. Because I have faith and patterns tend to not stop I want to play with your fingertips and sway your heart Your brain might avert and I hear it panic I shall speak to the Kindness and will outsmart For I bring the deep hazel stare, Not just a bird. |