Behind Those Eyes

-Behind Those Eyes-
by
Keaton Foster



I wonder
And I will
Until
I'm asunder
What it is
Who placed it there
How can this be
Behind those eyes
My home
Some skin
Many bones
Everything
Realistically
Many things
To me
Are not for certain
The possibilities
Unrelenting
The chances
Staggering
What will happen
Unpredictable
What will I become
Not a clue
Will I hopelessly fail
Will I wonderfully succeed
Both are mysteries
Kept from me
Behind those eyes
Lives every experience
All of my memories
All of my nightmares
God is no doubt there
But so is the Devil
Battling it out
For what I often ask
No closer
Does that answer seem
I spend every day
Expressing myself
It's all that I really have
All that I know for certain
I take many risks
I poke both God and the Devil
With an increasingly bigger stick
But I am unafraid
Because of what I do know
Because of what I do see
Behind those eyes
The ones in my head
The ones so easily reflected
Ever-deepening pools
Swirling around
Going down
Further into the depths
Of whom I really am
I understand quite a lot
But there is much
That clearly I do not
I will spend every moment
Of my remaining life
Staring
At the reflection seen
Contemplating
Deciphering
Contextualizing
Then regurgitating
Read it if you want
Such a thing matters not
This is not about you
It's only ever been about
What is
Behind those eyes...


Behind Those Eyes
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013
Note: The reason I say "Those eyes" instead of "These eyes"
is important because I am talking about the reflection seen
and how at times it is both familiar and foreign to me.