Who Has Everything

In the blink of your eye,
Slow hazel rolling.
Out I strolled.
To steal the world.

Under half-hidden
Tired yellowing slivers.
Unseen I ran,
To grab the stars.

Closed to me those
Pale pink orbs.
So foolish you are.
How wealthy the thief.

Razor sharp and open,
White in purest sight.
Eyes that watched always
As you stole my worries away.