The vivid colors,
Through my eyes,
I see.
They remind me of what’s
Meant to be.
If my life were lived blind of
Everything,
Then I suppose I’d only know of
What my other senses bring.
It’s a shame,
The amount of complaints
Each moment summons.
Especially when,
If I started counting my blessings
Right now,
I’d already be in the dozens.
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 1:22 PM UTC
The vivid colors,
Through my eyes,
I see.
They remind me of what’s
Meant to be.
If my life were lived blind of
Everything,
Then I suppose I’d only know of
What my other senses bring.
It’s a shame,
The amount of complaints
Each moment summons.
Especially when,
If I started counting my blessings
Right now,
I’d already be in the dozens.
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