Don’t look the world in the eye
It is like medusa petrifying gaze
like those who locks eyes with a dragon die
Fried beneath its rays of fiery blaze
Even the brave matador doesnt look at the bull’s eyes
Unless he wishes for the end of his days
Follow the floor, for your sight might threaten or chastise
The white of the eyes are for those who wish to guise
Flirting stares are not for love or affection
But for judgement so rarely leading to a connection
The organ of perfection
Is not for the wandering glance
So never look the world in the eye
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