Eyes that Differ

Miles before stairs and storms

Life is paper ships of forms

And down the steep hills

A battlefield is chess, though it kills

But how could I know

Graveyards of snow

Held countless voices

Yet I took delight as choice

After steps and strides

The ship sailed piercing tides

There loomed at the sky, unending wrath

How could I laugh, of wounded path

The poem talks about two different perspectives. A child and an adult, it talks that the
child viewed war as a game, something fun, cool and entertaining but it turned out when the
child grew into an adult, war wasnt enjoyable since he experienced the terror.