the eyes have it
they can see how the world goes

but one eye
in the middle of the forehead
is a lighthouse
masterful and direct

two eyes and perspectives change
doubt creeps in

would I were a man with one eye
I would be the wonder of the world
a giant bestriding the massy earth
capable of devouring my children
and spitting out their bones
people would flock just for one look
one gaze of my one eye

with one eye I know
I would never be as lonely
as I am with two
because with two
discontent always lingers
hovering out of sight

with one eye I can see the light
and it's bright and
they'd call me
old one eye
no need to think I tell them
just look and you will understand