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Once again the vision attacks.

It must be something my brain lacks.

Stop me if you see me coming.

not a clue of where I will be entering.

At this point,

I don't know what mistake I will make,

I just know my life I don't plan to take.

Myself I won't exploit,

Walk me further into this world,

Witness colored visions manifold.

Don't intend to disappoint,

Still stare the path at my own free will,

Reckless vision clears as if some crazy pill.

Pupils regain moist,

never knowing when still eyes will be back,

just a thought as my vision seems to go out of whack.





djr