In the corner, darkly

Sat the man with one eye closed.

Could he really see me?

I guess he could, one would suppose.

Or maybe he was restin’

Only one eye at a time.

Or one eye he could see with

And in the other he be blind.

If this really was the case

Then which eye should I now trust?

And should I sit and play my cards

And hope that he’ll go bust.

Should I look for other signs?

Like the twitching of his nose

Or check that he is breathin’

Or comment on his clothes.

But why wake this sleeping dragon

If sleeping he may be

And tempt him into action

And maybe take a bite of me

I think that he can read my mind

So my thoughts, I must conceal

I think he’s trying to tempt me

Into some unspoken deal.

Now just what would he call a sin?

Is it thought or deed or both?

And would he view inaction

As the deadly sin of sloth.

I must admit I am confused

Without a single word from him

Evil’s held within the eye

Of those who judge the sin.