I see nothing through my covered eyes.
These hands may never lie but they do hide.
I may never know the owner of my cover.
Though I may see something if I try.
But something tells me it’s all a lie.
It’s all a lie, what a scary thought to mind.
Is it true? I don’t know.
Let me think for just a se….
Shut, shut, shut down.

I may see nothing through my misted eyes and even if the mist dries I will see,
Instead of mist, the cover of my eyes.
These lids are thin, just a layer of an onion. They make no difference in the blinding sight of this cover
Which I
Can not even see
This cover, so close, though no matter how close I can never see.
Without a light I will not see the cover of my eyes, and I will never see what may lay In disguise.