Illumination

If my eyes were as blind as you said they are,

Following a misdirected view of purpose

Where am I? (Am I blind?)

Where am I?

And where am I going?

I'm strangled by the overwhelming sense of the foreboding

Behind the essence of time, here I lie

Here I lie

These blinders have not yet shaped my sight,

This illumination will save me yet

Sometimes I've been mistaken for the barely alive,

But not this time

When I feel like I carry the weight of the world,

I only see further now

When I feel like I carry the weight of the world