What have I questioned?

Frozen eyes,
dictate.

Their clairity
mimicking those frozen ponds
of yesteryear.

They beg to see,
not just shine.

To see what lies beneath.

A web of energy,
of greater things,
just out of reach.

In the corner of the eye...

They say, don't blink.
Don't ever blink...

We were designed
with the idea
of missing so much?

Simplified:
Where's the design?

Spiralling down,
to little stars beyond me.

Coincidence,
does it work?

Is it odd that
some fates intertwine?

A part of my mind
furrows it's brow...
Another discussion may errupt
for the beings
who taunt and guide me.

Does the Mind's Eye exist?

And if so,
why do I wonder:

Is it a guide?
Or a curse?

My blue ice can only guide me
oh so far....

Down this slippery slope
I go.