Writer's Eyes

There are
Eyes
That hide behind
Mine
That are always there
Watching
You
Me
Everything
Wanting to receive
Consume
Realize
Anything
Never shutting
To sleep
They are
Always watching
Waiting for
A spark
An Idea
A flash
Of Light
To feed
Off of
Like a moth
To a flame
Or a mosquito
To a vein
So that they
Can Comprehend
Rationalize
Reorganize
Everything