Eyes Struggle

All that is yonder, the eyes struggle to identify their reason

Require attention too, but the weather has become murkier

Eyes cannot open wider, they are not much wiser either

Mysteriously blanketed mind anticipates foul times to intensify

Sun is bright, but its temper is harsher compared to epochs

Pushed further away from the comprehension of keen mind

Out of sight does mean the heart is curious about their identity

Some helpless time brought in by the commands of imbeciles

Would rather be bound by them than feel the natural freedom

Blurs, burdens, and banished ideas thereof are constraints

Eyes sincerely feel the expanding void of the crooked reality


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