Fuzzy

My eyes once saw the glory with great magnitude
Now set to a manual focus, left unattended

Into each other the colors slowly fade
Saturations of one and the other come together and warrant the forecast

Forsake me and I will have nothing left to give
More than my soul I need them to remain clear and bright
no less than a pilots' in flight

Awakened by the light of day, morning the loss of color still
I stare directly into the sun and relapse into false clarity once again

There is nothing left but for you to take my hand and show me the way