|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.