My eyes see every tree
my eyes see every leaf
but memory
that liar
steals them steals them
like a thief
leaving just a green blur
a scenic little plaque
leaving finally nothing
leaving finally black
My eyes reveal a pattern
I ponder while I sleep
but in the glaring light of day
I suffer mission creep
thank God these wells have
lids on them
So I can close them tight
So I can shut my
eyes against your
ever present light
what
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