My eyes see differently than once a child did see,
Reality of all that’s around, a world of recognized sounds.
What my eyes see are not the coloring books and cartoons,
Not the exploring of our neighborhood and childish ways.
Not the magical world from a young boys eyes lost with time,
What my eyes see are a different kind of beauty and some insanity.
This world has changed along with the changes in me,
What my eyes see are so many things that I never dreamed.