Preoccupations

Your eyes, in their own passionate way,
Grasping for something, I am not sure why,
Oh, how those eyes gaze so intently,
Who hurt you? Who hurt you?

Among the buzz of conversation, across the airwaves,
Through the space, so full, yet so very empty,
You have seen all, it is realized, though your eyes unrevealing,
Who hurt you? Who hurt you?

In our lives, we have various connections
Formed much like the lines drawn by the ancients
Stories made of the numerous, random points in our vast, dark sky
Who hurt you? Who hurt you?

In your boundless kindness, you make pictures,
Stories are written, legends arise, hearts believe
And sometimes they break.
…who hurt you?