by Paulana

Open your eyes
See how the sun shines
Stretch forth your limbs
Grasp the beautiful lines

Scrape the horizon
From your incoherent confines
Shatter the glass of your normal
Touch the graceful lines

Whisk away the haze
For this world is clearly defined
Burn the choking fog
Clear the masking bind

Tangible is the path
For which your feet may seek
But the strong must find their way
And ignorance is for the weak

For one cannot describe the day
By looking about blindly
But who am I to say
That this is not what she can see?

And who is she to say
That she is not better than me?

No I cannot ask you to stand
On your very own two feet.
Because that would just be rude
And quite selfish of me.

So for that I must go on
And live in my own sobriety.