Blind Changes

Waiting.

Waiting for the world to change, to see leaves fall from Trees.

How many seconds would it take to appreciate words?

Longer than it takes for them to

Cause

Open

Sores,

In my eyes, from looking at the sun for too long

Waiting for it to change.

It burnt out.

I Burn out,

And saw with my blind eyes

That the changes were mine,

And I’ve been waiting

For what’s already there.