Wandering Eyes

To exist in a thought and think what you want
And end up with a thought of mine,
What wandering eyes are of this world,
To view what they do as to thrive?

To see this conjunction from its underpinning
And take apart ’til you die,
Don’t you wish to act so irrationally for a rational beauty?
Or conjoin with life ’til it’s end is nigh?

To see this world of wandering eyes,
Even as I may be one of them,
The axioms I know to be true are immense,
And extremely shy; filling the world with wandering eyes.