The mirrors to his soul he had chosen to disguise
As he briskly walked my way in his face without eyes
Behind dark shaded sunglasses from view hidden away
Though the morning was sunless and the sky gloomy gray
I said hello to him he did not reply
My greeting he ignored as me he walked by
As he walked to the train station his mind seemed elsewhere
Perhaps somewhere else in the big world out there
The mirrors of his soul were hidden from me
It seems to bother me so when one's eyes i can't see
Your eyes tell of the sort of person you might be
Though with my thinking on such many may not agree
Without seeing his eyes cannot say if he seemed callous or kind
Only know that to my existence he did seem quite blind.
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