Blinded

I'm so blinded

By love, by the emotions that I face,

It's no wonder the people in my life

Must love to manipulate me with such disgrace.

I try to find the time to meditate, listen to my

Inner voice, my anthem, my own hum,

But I struggle sometimes to even find a melody.

Blindsided by duty, obstructed by faith,

I may have two eyes but these two eyes do little for me,

As I feel everything around me, constantly moving, a constant whirlwind of electricity.

I am who I am, I am a lover, I am a fighter,

I am blinded by the thought of a perfect day,

I am blinded by the image of love and it's brighter side,

I am blinded by you.

Can I think straight? No, not anymore.

My heart beats at an uneven pace,

My thoughts clouded by potential overthinking.

Why oh why must I look into the mirror,

And see even a clouded image of me?

Hana, the goddess, is that you?

Sometimes the reflection of a young girl stares back at me,

With the same confused look I have seen before.

I'm so blinded, I am afraid.

I only wish that I could erase the feckless standards that I have for myself, 

If only I could say that it would change anything,

Yet my heart drives me to say that I am in fact not afraid, 

To stroll through the park blindsided, not knowing where to go,

To hold ones hand and let it lead me,

Whether to paradise or hell, I cannot say,

But I would love if we could actually get dinner one day.

Perhaps everything would be clear, then, and I'd finally see the devil has been courting me.

Lechery, is that you that has blinded me?