Changing eyes

Can eyes really change colour in the span of just a day? Can brown flicker into green, then into a meaner gray?

Can pupils which spun as wide as orbits shrink into the smelly size of a small , mundane plug hole sink?

I think. I do not think. I think. All those empty thoughts swirl down your throat along with your midnight drink.

For to see those eyes of hazel brown; for to see those small jewels of earth and bark stare into your own- would lift the furrowed brow from that aged face.

One more look, although never will a glance suffice.