Praise

EYES caught like a hanger leaning on metal.Unwelcome rhythms playing deep in his SOUL. Big brown eyes wide enough to see the lies and beauty.Standing face to face with his reflection he translates the music playing over and over in his mind.Some would say it's God or the enemy.He would say it's the reflection of truth in which he cannot bare.We all share thoughts.We all are embedded with the gene called it's not enough. Change is for the anonymous person who is lacking excitement of some sort.All praise Eve whom was taken from me.All praise her reflection which is not of a burden instead an amazing tree.Praise to the man who looks as bold in strength.Praise to the man who like a horse fashions his hair.For I am neither of them rather the man who is like David slaying goliath.The man no one thought could prevail,because of my reflection lack of faith clouds there mind.Now I praise a farther who stays deep in the sky in disguise as everything.I praise a love sacred but we'll understood.My only question to you is what do you praise.