The Pen and The Wind

Eyes that can see into multiple worlds, 
Are tired, riddled with bags,
They’ve seen enough for a millennia,
 And pierce through cosmic darkness, 
And stumbling upon the knowledge that may lie there.  

Minds that have witnessed multiple worlds, 
Are bursting at the seams,
With too much sensation and thought,
That it manifests itself in strange ways,
If only to allow itself to survive,
And not collapse under it’s own weight.

Eyes that have seen too many lies,
Minds in which the universe unwinds,
Are dismal, miserable things,
They’ve seen too much,
And too much more lies unknown,
There is faint glimmers of hope,
Lying somewhere in life,
But have gone unseen.

So the eyes that have seen,
Through the shadows in the valley of death,
Stare off into infinity,
In the hopes of finding what could help them live,
Before their mind collapses,
And their eyes burn out,
And very spark of soul smothers,
And death erases all of them.