One day, the world for me, will be too blurry, too hazy for me to see. I hope the haze is purple, for obvious reasons, but life rarely turns out so perfectly. I can choose, I can choose to hollow out my own sight, to have medicine take it's place, But what will be of my perspective? Will it change? Will I? I have many questions, and no one seems to want to answer them. I fear the worst, It isn't the dark I fear, Just what I cannot see.