The mirror cracked my eye; If looking glasses are dark, then why should I look?
Give me the roses back, and I will seek truth elsewhere; And why should I acquire knowledge that hurts?
Scripture and philosophy blurred my vision, and I weary in sifting; Then why should I stare?
I long for simplicity, and ache for blissful ignorance, or peaceful acceptance.
My image has changed, or is it my perception? Is it the mirror or my eye?