If I try to reason with what’s in front of me
I’ll only be confronted with obscenity
It all comes into focus
The minute you relax your eyes
I am sometimes sentimental for the past
I have been known to put my life under glass
It all comes into focus
The trick really is not to try
Don’t try to make sense
Using the wrong list
The light too dim for reading my
Just try to realise
Accept as a fact
The images inside your eye
