What you see when you close 'em eyes

Not the crescent of the midnight moon,

nor the rays of the morning sunrise;

what you really look at is,

what you see when you close 'em eyes...

Looking far and wide,

the intangible we seek;

but 'comprehend within',

sounds to us like Greek...

The picture's blurred we feel,

we rub 'em in vain;

but we fail to get it,

the lens' not cleansed again...

the rough roads out there,

take us for a test ride;

in our haste and pace,

lies our false pride...

Take a pit-stop,

sip a cool drink;

close 'em,

and let your mind think...

What you want,

for what you are the best;

the answer lies,

inside the hidden chest...

liberated shall we be,

and it would be evident;

that to win,

'there's no secret ingredient'...

The journey inside,

demands a strange view;

the funny part though is,

you are looking at you!

the moon will be splendid,

and so shall be the sunrise;

when you see them,

even with 'em closed eyes...