Erudite Eyes

You whisper by with your mind in your eye
Seeing nothing that's there
But the bones of the bare dying thoughts
That would stare in your eyes

I know nice men who have nothing to say
Except "What a nice day,
May I say that today's a nice day
Cos I've nothing to say."

But the peace of mind is peace of mind
And eye, a gift to all
But the things I see I see with mind
And don't observe with eyes

Erudite eyes always bore me to cry
And the raining that flows
Is the pure salty drain
On the peace which I hold in my mind

But the peace of mind is peace of mind
And I a gift to all
But the things I see I see with mind
And don't observe with eyes