There’s space reserved today,
this place where I misbehave.
Could be a tiger in a cage.
I can ramble as much as rave.
My stare is a moment I say
what the hell brought you this way?
The wind is too unfamiliar
and people here don’t fit your gaze.
You see here I put up with
the humiliating commands and shit.
That works away in my shift
where your words shine as if a gift.
How you’re eyes demand so
to lift yourself above anything trite.
To let people move along go
my friend go shine your bright light.
I serve, that is my employ
but I discover and report is what I enjoy.
When your moves make noise
and you make life your ambitious toy.
A cripple like me can only
offer a perspective and be reflective.
Of this journey my eyes lonely
have sometimes served me deffective.
You are a story and don’t fit
and that audaciousness draws me quick.
So I’ll try but won’t be that slick
because after what I’ve seen I give a shit.
About you’re quest beheld
by what your eye’s might translate as hell.
But as a light you cast a spell
and these tired hurt spiteful eyes are compelled.