some eyes are darker than others
i knew a guy who thought
every day of his life was night
and the black bled from his life
into greedy hands held out

some eyes are brighter than others
i knew a gal who thought
every night of her life was day
and the light poured like rivers
from her insane, unsleeping heart

but i never knew anyone
who slept at night and lived in day
no one with eyes of fire
who wasn’t blind from the visions
no one with obsidian sight
who wasn’t blind from the walls
walls without windows

just a world overcrowded
with piss-poor prophets
and prostitutes yearning
for clear blue sky