The color of my eyes have changed tonight
like the blossoming tides of dreams --
and a moment has escaped me --
A dream -- A totally wicked entity.
And as they fill the void
of an ever-lasting ocean --
I feel as though it will
never be enough.
So open the floodgates, let them
pollute the minds of everyone.
Who am I to steal a dream
From a blind man, let his
Eyes change colors like mine --
Let his moment be kept --
Let un-known entities be
uncertain and irrevocably
like a blossoming tide
of dreams.
