Glasses on My Blurred Eyes


Washington DC
United States

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul,

but with blurred eyes the windows are foggy

I can't see the stray bird fly

or be successful in athletic hobbies


The greatest magnifying glass is someones own eyes

Well such metaphor couldn't compare to me

Farsighted, nearsighted

Anything up close or faraway I just can not see


But who am I to call the world blurry just because I forget to clean my lenses

I'm just a person who cares about my five senses,

and being considered the nerd in classes,

turning my head so my eyes can follow my glasses


What the eye does not admire the heart does not desire

I can't stand correctional attire

Their not even designed to correct, but lock your eyes in its disabled state

The fuel of misconception that I truely hate


Without my glasses the world looks like water running down a window

My glasses slipping off my face everytime I lay on a pillow

You can't depend on your eyes, when your eyes depend on a piece of glass

Everyday I feel like I'm hiding behind a mask


I'll never see my tears dry

or see the stray bird in the near sky

forever my vision paralyzed

with these glasses on my blurred eyes



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