WHAT MY EYES SEE


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 boy's 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.

        Keith Garrett