Next Time Our Eyes Meet

Sometimes I play detective.
Looking at other people's perspective.
Do they see the world like me?
Recording every detail in every degree.

Do they see the broken heart of the girl at the bar,
Or the drop out who knows he won't go far.
Is the look in their eyes seen by all,
Or do they pass by and just let them fall.

Do people witness the beauty of clouds forming on a summer day?
Do they watch the leaves as the white oaks sway?
Am I alone in this detective like state,
Viewing every piece of the world before its too late.

Those oak trees will slowly wither away,
In the ground that girl will certainly lay.
The twinkle in the stars may seem like forever,
But this world is a just a temporary endeavor.

We can't all see it but how many of us really try?
Searching for the details before we die.
That hue of life in people's eyes is sweet.
So take a closer look next time our eyes meet.