In the Eyes of One Man

To think was a gander, a wonderful device
but it brought doubt to those who tried to figure out life!
Life was just lived, not so much planned,
because things tend to change not according plan.

Like the idea of love, the emotion inside to which it brought joy,
to which it brought life, and the eyes of a choice.
But, could love be a burden, a trickery, a pretend made up thought,
that also caused a pain, an ache, an inner hidden sadness of loss.

Deepen, not harden, as a line that was made up,
made up of five syllables, four words, the idea of us.
To ponder on these feelings, to ponder on just thoughts,
he was lost in a riddle, a need for just lust.