I see everything through these glasses that are smudged and distorted, cracked by the fire from the early years. For the rest of my life, I have to repair them. No kindness, no charity, they're dangerous. So are love, passion, sex, not even religious. Afraid of failure, more of success. Blind to things I can't dissect, as I observe & stay back, too much a coward to live firsthand. When I do see things clearly, get scared of what they mean. Waiting for someone to tell me it's not all wasted, I can be whole again once my vision's 20/20.