I once watched the face before me
The lift, of the corner, of a mouth
The lowering, of the lid, of an eye
A message to emanate unspoken
One of vengeance, one of malice
Once again, I felt like I could die
To stall the punishments in every day
I would find a way to delay, alter the mood
Before everything would go awry
One day, there was a hiding place
That would lead to the world outside
One day, a bird would take to the sky
To see the world, the peoples, the ways
Ways that were so much different than mine
But it was ingrained, these methods that I designed
It would lead to a life of solitude, silence
To witness the things that be, to see
Everything in my world, subjected to time
I was able to take on the feelings
Of the peoples that surrounded me
I could see who they were within their eyes
I could feel their thoughts from their stance
I would go into my visual trance
I knew, and they knew that I did not lie
Caution and respect, how I would be met
But the heavy hand of time told its story too
Just like a human\'s eyes, time did not lie
I saw it take its firm hold on mankind
I saw things from the past, where things did go
How all of times spinnings and cycles aligned
How history and the ways of mankind repeat
Over and over again, lessons lost, relearn, repeat
A limited time cycle, to keep man blind
It creates a relative scenario in my mind
Because of the methods I had to design
If only I could look into the eye of time