Blinders

I know you suffer like me, with your sensitive fingertips.
Like they’re Geiger Counters beeping at every radio active flaw.

Put on some blinders brother, get yourself some relief. You know their names, what they look like, and how they charm.

Do I have to spell it out for you?

Blinders, the tsunami of sedatives; they make us creep through the world like sleepwalkers.

And what do we get for using them?

A pain in the heart. A shattered innocence. An impatience that rivals that of any wild animal.

And what do we get for not using them?

A vision without haze, without glare. And every last thing, finally coming into focus.

But don’t think you can watch for more than a second or so.

Because once you see, you’ve got a chance to finally live as a human being.

You’ve got a chance, to finally live.