Project 86

Trace the chalk and seize the day so
Those old habits never pass away
Commemorate the conception with
The children's debt the retribution
Deaf to self and mute to mind to find muddled wallowing nebulous blind
My crippled confidence chafed away
Without the answers I'm cast astray
My cloud's so thick that I can barely think
so reveal to me dead sight dead sight
Trace the tree and the veil will flee me
And now I see with salty eyes
Consistent tragedy persisting in me
This disability's my soul's demise
Deaf to self and left to fry
Muddled wallowing nebulous blind
My crippled confidence is chafed away to stay
With the answers I'm pulled astray