Even with functioning eyes,
Seeing can never be forced.
I can shut my lids tightly
Or simply see what I want
to see, rather than the truth.
Hold on, what truth? Who decides
what is or isn’t The Thing?
I know, They do – there’s the rub.
No matter what Inside says.
Or do I have it backwards?
This, today, is My Concern.
So I shall see what I want
To see, and pray it is truth,
If not the actual Truth.
And thus I proceed – Amen.
defying atrophy 