Saturday, April 24, 2010

The lives we live through in the eyes of others.
The lies that the eyes belies, the smiles the tears' vanguard.
The waking hours haunted by the fleeting dreams of the sleeping.
The eccentricity of the erudite, the pragmatism of the elite,
Which life do we live, to us with which it belongs?
Which life do we live, through the eyes the others see?
The lives we live through in the eyes of others.