Glass in My Eyes

The reflections that play
against the glass in my
eyes show you a journey

What my sight has
shown me are things
not just views

But rather a story;
perhaps my story, the
reason I came to be

The reason I am the
way I am, formed
continuously by the

Visions I have seen
every waking moment
of my on-going life

So rather judge my
visions of these passing
stories across the

Glass in my eyes
to fully know the
story of me