Blind windows stare - Hieronymus Bosch

I have secretly dreamt

of wearing my skin

With nothing underneath

To be consciousless and soulfired

To have no useless doubt and fear inside

Playing carefully, living in safety

Building the fortress of new personality

Fulfilling the selfish fantasy

So beautifully

Look at me, gaze into the unknown

My facial gesture is carved in stone

And helpless world doesn’t even dare

To turn away from my cold stare

Blind window eyes on the face

Toothless mouth of opened gates

Rain tears on the walls-cheeks

Cynical notions look like pile of bricks

I move my mind in million directions

At the same time

Like multi-headed beast

I can control the west

When I look to the east

My blind window eye

Is searching low and searching high

Watching the every move

Of all the passers-by

Blind windows stare…