Modernity & Maternity
If
seeing is believing
My
eyes remain on you
If
seeing is believing
I’m
trying to look elsewhere
Living
in your shadow
Forever
you sit, unaware
Why
hope for better
When
all I see is you?
Your
face round every corner
This
all seems too unreal
Still
you sit, eyes planted, glaring at me
Your
face engraved on my long-term memory
If
seeing is believing
My
eyes remain on you
Yet
forever you’re destined to occupy
A
myst’ry in the eyes of a chosen few
In
love with the handiwork
Of
another’s sweeping touch
The
fact you’re inanimate
Fail’s
to quash my lust
Still
you sit, eyes planted, glaring at me
Wait
– I think I see!
If
seeing is believing
My
eyes remain on you
If
seeing is believing…
