Cliché: Charge my head, not my heart

20/20

I've known for some time now...
That it's just not clear:
My vision.
My view
My scope..
It's hazy.
Lazy eye predictions
Out of focus
Out of context
And after concepts
Next best guess is a
Shot in the dark..
Darkness..
And it makes sense because
Love is blind
And faith is confidence in what's hope for
Yet not in what is seen
But why is it that when I try
To feel down the right path
The braille of life just
. . .
. . .
. . .
It's way on my lane
As if I hadn't tasted enough defeat
as if I haven't heard enough of what I
could have
should have
would have
done
and like after burning a good meal
I'd like to think I could smell a mistake
when life throws me in the kitchen
and shows me
what I have to work with again
but that's thing..
hindsight is 2020
and my vision is
out
of
focus..
I guess I should invest
in some
contacts