the eye

When i close my eyes i see an eye,

Drifting above me in the midnight sky,

“Why is it watching me,” i think,

“Does it ever even blink?”

i really want it to go away,

Maybe i should sit and pray,

Maybe it’s the eye of a god,

Watching to see if i make mistakes,

Is it the eye of a protector?

Making sure i don't get hurt?

Whatever it is, i want it gone,

Good intentions or not,

There is no place for a third eye in a world of pairs,

I want to be simple and unafraid,

I really hope it goes away.