Though the World's Eye

              It’s making sense of the world

            Trying to put you in perspective

              For all the things that you do

           For all the drama in your dancin’

 Maybe its God teaching us some sort of secret lesson

   Maybe it’s you trying to stretch patience thin

            To see how far you can smash

         Before you break down into ash again.

 

      Why do we do the things that we do?

              Or do we even know why?

                       It feels good

          So we try it

             Following dogged senses

    Searching for the newest sensations

        All for our pleasure and pain

 Till we die .Empty.  Forgotten.  Insane.

            For that rush of superiority  

  For those sensations of being in mad love

  For the experience of being in the spotlight

  For the pain of the blade against your thigh

  All for The single moment of a feeling high.

We’d do anything for the feeling of being alive

    

             Through the eye of the world

There is surely someone laughing down upon us

Watching our every move and futile thoughts

        As we chase our tails

Believing our own mission

To be more important than any man’s petition. 

 How pathetic must we be?

              How Pathetic we must seem  

Reviews

[Sujash I. Purna]

Philosophically thought. I am very much in agreement with the viewpoint. Through the eye of the world, there is surely someone laughing down upon us. Yes, so minuscule we seem if we take a look through the vast spectacles.

A brilliant piece of poetry. Really loved reading it! :)