1If you don't mind,
I'd like to wander through life with closed eyes.
No, I wouldn't like to be blind;
That means my vision would go unwillingly.
Rather, I just want to shield these boring browns
From the bright, blaring truths
That I can't seem to turn my back on.
Granted, I once attempted to do the 180,
Look away from them for a bit.
But oh, wouldn't you know it,
Just my luck,
Turning my back on one leaves me
Confronting another.
So please, just let me lower my lids
And deny the truths I so desperately wish to be false.