Eyes are the window to the soul,
as I look I see the years taking toll,
a bit cracked, dirty and dusty
the light not as bright, but there.
Colors once bright, now dulled
by long years of struggle,
the doubts and fears still there,
the hopes and dreams
shining through cracks
within the darkened passages
that I walk along in the mind.
A dreamers life, a curse to some,
carries me through these places
as brambles and branches
reach out to grasp my thoughts.