Blind

Your eyes are wide open
blind to the truth.
Judging with your head and not with your heart.
Not taking into consideration
that you might be wrong.
Unable to see what lays ahead.
Unable to see past the smoke screens and fogs.
What good are eyes that can’t see what is right in front of it. 
 
 

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