Look At My Crying Eye
Look at my crying eye.
by James McLain
You look at it and see what of it.
Look at the worry and whether to disregard it.
You look at no doubt or at lack of understanding.
You look at peace through strength?
You look at the depth of my modification or deep knowledge?
You look at the light/write or you look at the whites is it darkness?
You look at the black and whites or do you look my color?
You look at your hatred and of my love?
Looking at Nothing it looks back and sees you perhaps.