I open my eyes
and all the color’s gone
It’s so disorienting
nothing looks the way it’s meant to
Everything is so distorted
I couldn’t tell you what the truth is
What’s real, what’s fantasy,
what’s just a lingering nightmare
I don’t know where the lines are
as long as I wander
these sepia tone streets
I can’t take anything at face vakue
when I can’t make out the lines
on anyone’s faces
All I can do is hope
that it’s something in my eye
and that it passes with time
I won’t know what damage is done
in my confusion
until I can open my eyes
and see the color again