There are places we walk into
eyes shut, and finding revelation,
eyes open, we walk out.
In fleeting moments, memory
in fragments of opportunity
in eyes, a smile, a turn of phrase;
Then, three glasses in,
(the New You?)
gives forth one opinion.
No ears. No listening. No debate..
Your way is the only way.
I will be yours.
And you are surprised I say no.
It is a strange mindset,
denied what it wants,
destroys what it wants
and damages anything associated.
It is a strange mindset
that throws privacy to the voyeurs.
Is their approval so important?
Is their support so vital?
What do they gain in seeing this pain?
It is not just my life you paint,