THERE IS A FIRE BURNING DEEP INSIDE OF ME, SOME CALL IT PASSION, SOME CALL IT PRIDE, I CALL IT MOTIVATION.  MY EYES STAY RED TO SYMBOLIZE THE FIRE THAT IS IN MY CORE, READY TO ERRUPT LIKE VOLCANIC ASHES.  I HAVE TOO STAY FOCUS, THEIR ARE SO MANY DEBRIS AND OBSTACLES THAT "BLANKET" THE ROADS THAT I MUST TRAVEL.  YES I AM "HIGH" FEELS LIKE I RISE ABOVE THE REST, WHO ARE COMPELLED TO FOLLOW THE MODERN DAY "STIGMATA" OF APPEARANCES, AND STATUS QUO.  I GO AGAINST THE GRAIN, SWIM INTO THE CURRENT OF THE FAST FLOWING RIVER.  THROUGH MY EYES I SEE THE WORLD SO CLEAR, THAT IT BURNS AS THE TEARS FLOW IT CANNOT EASE MY PAIN.  SO MY EYES STAY RED, WAS I CRYING, OR LAUGHING? DOES MY EYES GIVE ME AWAY? MAYBE IT'S THE SMOKE IN THE AIR, OR THE PUNGENT SMELL OF THAT SWEET "SENSI" BLAZING IN DE "FOUR-DAY MORNING".  MY EYES ARE THE WINDOWS TO MY SOUL, RUBY'S GLISTENING IN THE SHINING SUN, SO COMPELLING AND INVITING, YET AWARE AND ALERT.