The oval sockets rise and set, 

perceiving for the mind to see.

A boon in joyous colored set

For their aid we’re in their debt,

but we abusively drown out their plea,

and reward them with the sting of sweat.

Pupils popping out, causing bystanders to fret.

Emotionally known to be anything but glee.

Avoid Association with this avid anger outlet.

When gaze is cast a view discerns an image, yet,

What's beneath a thriving mass imposing upon history?

In depth, perception lies within your skulls optic duet.

Sadness sows a stream of wet

tears to drift skin out to sea.

Sorrows fluid drowning out, all that it has met.

Without their aid, none are let

to form a solid memory,

to gaze upon a bright sunset,

or know an image to forget.