My vision is cloudy.
I stare out to the yard
And I fear all white and red lights
Because the serenity of this moment
Must not be ruined by you.
There are blurry outlines of beings everywhere
But I prefer it this way
Because I'm a coward
I would rather not know what's coming
And acting surprised when something shows up
Then have time to prepare
For what I know it bound to happen.
Some would see this as courage
The ability to go through life freely
And without restraints of the imagination
But I see it as another way for fools
Like me
To blame the world for their misfortunes
When I know I could have predicted this
Of only I put on my glasses.