Broken Lense (Poem)

The lense of my life is blurred and broken. I see only what I wish I could see. Everything else has become an obstruction. A perilous fight to make it through the day.

The fog of my mind is the means to my end. How can I see the light through a thick cloud and a cracked lense? The only light I see is the light that never shines. In a world that never learns, never grows, never climbs.

Over the horses I shall fly. Over the mountains I shall climb. As I shut down my lense and put it all out of sight. As I focus on myself, on the battle within. And live for the present. And be grateful for every minute.

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