With eyes wide shut I see the bartered face of life
Marred with scars of pain and loneliness,
Peeping behind the shadows of agony
And riding the horse of time.
Everytime a new obstacle is crossed
A new drop of scarlet falls to the ground
But the dream, unshattered,
Is propelled by the fuel of desire
Which burns with the spark of passion.
This spark is created by the friction of love and happiness. Soul is the power and the governing force
Which maintains this balance.
But the sands of time rust the ultimate machine
Until the day it ceases to function.
The force is not destroyed though the machine is.
Who knows what is seen by those eyes wide shut.