The Art Gallery

We decided to see an exhibition of art
I was glad, the maelstrom of city noise we did depart
The paintings were all sorts of expression
Some were real life, some impression
There were sculptures of different size
Some you knew and some you could only surmise
Another room we went, saw a painting of a cup
Then hairs on the back of my head went up
I walked around from place to place
A pair of eyes followed my space
I looked everywhere for who was looking at all
Then I realized the eyes were attached to the wall.