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.