[i][b]Piercing gaze[/b][/i]



Let the facts become the steps to be a way of thinking
Don`t just crack the sides that hold up the meaning
The ones cared for may look through glances with fear
To the stymied, it must be a fence


It could be by lava, by sheer cold, by torrents, by darkness
By other meaning and elements: the molt has deep eyes 
The senses are there, so it is clear that the heart hears it all
Yet, don`t blush with blame if ones` rejection pleads respect


It`s a little hard to get: some game of bus stop
The one must`ve been hurt, with that same look...
That twisted expression that punishes the careless and true malign
One can be blamed, but then lenses get reformed on more bridges...


Sometimes a pry on the eyes is needed to calm a mad storm
Sometimes a riddle needs to be solved with fewer words over action
Sometimes the weather effects more than one being with an outlook
Sometimes, a fresh description is all it takes


There are times where questions solved with patience become cloudy
One shout claims to know the echo, but response is met with incoherency
When errors and dreaded tracks block off the bonds this way, rehearse, don`t retire
Every animal, just like the satellites have a day: don`t get too skittish, can easily scare the self this way