I feel as though Jesus anointed my eyes
And the moment I saw it was all a lie
While seeing with my senses I could go along
Walk with confidence at being so strong
Today what I hear is not what I saw
A light far away from the world I recall
The things I’ve touched have faded to dust
My hands are stained with doubt and rust.
The smells I tasted no longer leave a smile
They’ve melded into one like food into bile.
I sleep according to night, an old familiar place
Dreaming of darkness and the wide open space
I’m not quite sure if its a loss or a gain
But my eyes have been opened to the curse of again