Eyes blink,

And fall asleep.

Opened till dissected wide,

Only to repeat.

Synchronized watches,

Skip a heartless beat.

Killed by mishaps,

We simply oversee.

Now to float,

 Now to eat,

Divided into everything.

A thought spoke truth,

But with no proof,

Again we lost a king.

Golden glass,

With liquid sheath.

How many licks to rid salty lips,

With those endless irritating soup sips.

A tasteful seat,

Forced soft and fluffy, 

To tease from heaven…

There’s something missing ~

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Author guidance for This poem

This poem, from my own personal eye, tells a story of irrational yet common routine that slows down and speeds up whenever it likes and is never satisfied, but in constant want for something that isn't there or maybe not even in existence. The titles gives an implanted, ill descriptive answer. Sort of like a riddle. Just the way i like it ;D There's always more than meets the eye.

updated Jan 12 by WithClawsToWrite