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.