Sometimes we chose to just be blind
We just overlook things in front of us we find
Things we may notice but not really see
Though it may be clear to others but not me
But then something happens and its revealed to you
Things become clear as glass that’s so true
And you start to see things as if for new
Things you didn’t want to see you become aware
And once seen at them you can’t avoid just stare
I guess on times there’s always things we want to avoid
And our love makes our true sight destroyed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem