Life, a stain on blue paint,
the color tainted, I felt as if I had fainted.
Traded for the feeling of being faded,
maybe I could've made it.
I was blinded, farsighted,
re-started and no-hearted.
Introverted; could you have heard it?
Don't boast nor fear, in the end, embrace is dear,
and even when it felt like God was nowhere near.
What if the sight of this fear was never clear?
We are to fear a god we shall blindly hold dear,
even when nothing is clear nor near.
Does anybody know if this higher power is truly here?