Negative three seventy-five

My senses are great but I wish my eyesight is alive

I want to correct my vision to perceive of what I want to believe in

Correct the cornea for my hallucinations

Once the euphoria hits I’ll be making strategically calculations

I need that vision to escape life’s collision

but once I get that precision there’s no looking back

but for now my eye’s have incisions to be mindlessly follow in the black

But all I wish I can do not is not to lose track





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