Weary were the eyes, rolling again
In a journey alone, life begets more
Glancing around aboard the swerving train
Something unusual and spirits soar

At long last, eyes came to rest dry,
Upon a man, gray haired and stout
He could pass by and leave no one shy
And yet in his eyes, a long sad drought

And then it shone, eyes totally aware
Of the metal glint, and irrational troughs
A legendary piece, unfound in fancy ware
Eyes not failing to read, the handcuffs!

What the crime? What treacherous task?
The mind worked, the train swayed along
And then our eyes met, they meant to ask
“Why are you so right, and I so wrong?”

When eyes rest, and the mind sweats
Reasons bloom say the eternal wise
Handcuffs, we all have, in our heads
To hands, they move, in a game of dice