Original eyes

An original pair.
Born.
Free to see. Witness.

But at every step.
Doomed in a cage.
A pack of damned perception.
Trained the balls
To be trapped in the false
Image of the past.
Nothing to discard.
Nothing to cast.

Patterns of beliefs
Blindly return,
Recycle in years.
Horizons and stars
Beasts and bees
In mountains and seas. 

But the doorbell

But however much I sing,
'I'm alone
I feel forlorn'
My doorbell doesn't ring.

But when I see else's grief
My mind rings a bell again
I throw up my Sorrow in relief
So long, I say to my fake pain.

But for very long
Innate nature can't be unhappy
The doorbell tune now, as company
With the desolate loners, I sing along.