TOO MANY EYES
Eight,
sixteen, thirty two, sixty four, one twenty... You are seeing too much, more
than you should, do you like what you see, or do you revile it? Tell me, I fear your eyes, I don’t want you to
see how I love, how I hate, who I am What’s your story then? Allow me some
space in your fantasy, in your little world and I will tell you mine, do you
eat raw eggs like I do? Tell me, you, you, even you, do you think like I do? I
love to see you happy, too objectified to be living, I feel it for you I can
see the awe in your eyes, I’m just as childish as you are, as heartbroken as
you are, as entitled as you are, maybe a little different, I fall so hard, I
love too much more than I love myself, too young to be too old, the crown on my
head is heavy, I’ve seen heavier crowns though, I don’t know about yours, eye
number nineteen, they tell me to be many things, the absence of my self
consciousness, but methinks true self is like a mirage, too far yet so close,
fate bombards us with too many eyes, our life path justifies Brownian motion
maybe, too many eyes‼
Max is a law student at The University of Nairobi.
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