Keep My Eyes Open Or Keep My Eyes Closed


I stopped for a moment and simply closed my eyes,
I heard the sound of laughter, no sound of any cries,
I felt a bit unsure at this unfamiliar noise,
To keep my eyes closed or open was my choice.

If I keep them closed I won’t see the road ahead,
That’s not a problem, I’ll take a different route instead,
I do not need a map for already know the way,
There’s nothing I have seen that could dampen any day.

If I keep my eyes open I will get to choose the lane,
I could drive on forward or I could just stay the same,
I’d spot opportunity before it flew right by,
With my eyes wide open I know that I would try.

I feel some reassurance in the things I cannot see,
In this world of darkness, so comfortable I’d be,
If I can’t see it coming then I won’t live in fear,
I won’t feel dread for when the moment will be here.

I really have to question why I want to be blind,
Why on earth would I choose to leave my sight behind,
Maybe it’s time that I truly understood,
“Foresight” is the kind of sight that is good.

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