The Beauty of Sight

Since the beginning of time,
Or as I’ve been told,
Mankind have been blessed with,
The sense of sight.

Though I know not of the use
For I only see the terrors of the world.
Life as itself can only be the reality
Not the dreams that you imagine it to be.
A lost world is blurring in my vision.

My view is fixed to the
window of my own beliefs.
Though I haven’t seen many sights,
I can see that everything only
Means something if you look.

My eyes can only reach the horizon.
What is beyond those borders are unknown.
“So much is left outside,”
Where nothing is sure.

I want to believe,
But I cannot conceive,
The images that are meant to be seen.
Only if there is a cup full of passion,
Filling the mind and the void.

I have no choice but to become,
The role I was born to fulfill.
I'm like a ship without a star in the night.
To have no destination is to have nothing.
I cannot find the path
Of my destined fate.

If I gather my lucky charms,
And seek the true path,
I shall be given my future on a platter.
It is then that I truly see,
The beauty of sight.