My Eye Poem by Vlad Mutuleanu

As my window turns into an eye
And I´m behind the eye,
I can watch the world
Through a better view,
And as seasons pass like minutes
And people pass like seconds,
Apart from the world
I watch them relentlessly through my eyes,
Because I´m a watcher
Between time and space,
Immortal but afraid,
Undead but scared,
Free but locked,
Flying but on earth,
There but still here.
I´m a watcher, not a human,
Not a creature, not not a spirit,
Not in heaven, not in hell.
My window is my eye
And my eye is always open,
Until the end of time.