How can the world be so blurry?
How in the world could it not be?
Hidden from the eyes of another
Crystal clear images are formed.
And yet here I am blinded
Amongst blurry leafs on blurry trees
Lining the blurry streets
If only my heart had glasses
And my mind a lense.
I need not ask
what is between the blurry shapes
But I dare not make assumptions
For fear of a mistake.
I dare not move
For fear the ground may shake.
Who can win games
When the prices are hidden?
Who can observe without their eyes?
How can I write without my glasses?
How will I live without my mind?
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