MYOPIA

Myopic

I drive a car into the night
Darkness all around, unfamiliarity,
The headlights show me a few feet in front,
I take pleasure in what life gives me.

I close my eyes, a moment’s break,
Open them to face the challenges,
Myopia haunts me, affects me,
No glasses ever made can cure me.

Infinity, a big ball of complexities,
A hundred decisions, a thousand miles
A thousand miles to cross in the car,
All I can see is a few miles in front of me.

Myopic, a near point to my eyes

Cannot see beyond that point,
Try as I might, it gets all blurry,
All I can depend upon is goals, aspirations, imaginations.

A few yards lightened by the headlight of my car,
My vessel, and the gravel and bumps those few yards
Offer me, I cross them as they come,
Hopefully, faithfully, that the next bump will be smaller.

A few miles of clarity, with no glasses to aid me,
I can only see infinity, in my inward eye,
Of all the hopes and dreams I weave,
For that perfect infinity.

For I can brace myself, in hope to redeem myself,
For the infinity in front of me is boundless,
A few miles, a few feet is what life offers me,
And for now, that, is enough.