Eyes seek from past
They seek a future
Somewhere in between they look for me
Busy always in dark and light,
What my eyes see is that they
Keep an I going ON somewhere 
Inside.

They have visions of hope,
Visions that lag behind,
I fight them,
Teach em to sweep and clean.

They are good,
except the schooling they had,
They talk of journey
They dream for new lands,
I love them when they ask this,
At other times I fight the eyes.