Optical illusions
heavy on my mind
faded confusion
dizzy in disguise
fits of lust
glitches of trust
am I night-blind,
dreaming,
or half alive?
This new love is
is a magnificent storm.
And to think that
I was fixing up to be alone
looking for a hand to hold.
Optical illusions
heavy on my mind
faded confusion,
dizzy in disguise
love lives in your own mind
eclipsed by the burden of time
fits of lust
glitches of trust
I might be blind,
dreaming,
but I’m alive.
