It only matters if I’m looking.
Close my eyes, just me, nothing.
Sometimes, I feel my eyes burning.
They have control that they aren’t yearning.
If I close my eyes, the things they would see, still happen.
Things, without my eyes piercing.
Things, not knowing my eyes be looking.
Having not pierced those things, they be, undetected. Those thoughts continue, undisturbed and unaffected.
And being, having not been affected, to the world, I beckon.
Waiting for attention.