My eyes are blinded by the future
But i’m always two steps behind
So eyes will stay glazed until i’m six feet deep;
When i have soil for eyes
And worms for a brain.
I need fog lights;
To shine onto the road ahead
But it’s not time for a spring clean
When it’s winter and the mist is still thick.
So for now,
I live in this dream
Until the thought of winter can ride by
And it becomes spring once more,
Or until soil and worms join my side
Painting a picture of spring before my eyes.