Eyes stiched on...

Eyes snitched on,
he watched the world through other peoples mind,
what he thinks is gone,
he can see,
but he's still blind.

One small stitch,
a stitch across the eye,
what he thinks sees is just a lie.

Eyes exposed,
the world knows,
the world knows what he sees,
thoughts exposed.

He sits in the corner by his chair,
the sunshine penetrates his gloomy house by the narrow window,
the window resembles his mind.

Those eyes,
brown like honey.
Everyone knows what's behind those eyes,
everyone knows what's on his mind,
everyone knows what he's thinking as he sits on his chair with sunshine penetrating his house through the narrow window,
a window mush like his mind.