You're one little poet.
You see within and transcending.
You look at the lens of your camera
And wait to see beyond,
Those eyes you always wanted to look at,
Those eyes are looking at yours now
You don't know but always knew.
Those crystals from your dream.
Those eyes can't see what you're up to now,
Or how do you manage your messy mind
How do you keep up with busy lives with your rambling pace?
All you know, you'd be one again
Over the lens.