Not enough done:
For who is to blame,
When I'm the only one?
A book I read:
It had many words therein-
Or at least thats what they said
My eyes could do nothing but stay in.
Rising above the swamp's terror
I realized in a subtle change -
That seeing is error,
And the blind have the true sight range.
Warm terror engulfed me,
As I huddled into myself for cold.
What is it that made me flee?
I feel old.
