Today I saw a man,

Who looked like the past,

His eyes so gray like a winter's sea.

Time passes like dandelions in the wind,

We never know of the future,

We know of today only as we have known the past.

I can't explain my story,

My words are too strong for this pen,

His eyes were too strong –

For a forgotten memory,

For I have never looking into the eyes of another,

But today, my present,

Brought a memory of nothingness –

Of gray eyes.