My Glasses are no good

My Glasses are no good

My eyes are dim, I can not see,

My jam jar glasses are blurring me.

Through foggy lenses, the world feels far,

I search for clarity, like a distant star.

The lines are faint, the shapes unsure,

I yearn for a vision that’s crisp and pure.

But still, I smile and find my way,

For though I stumble, I find my way.

In this blur, I learn to trust,

That even through the fog, I must.

The path may shift, the world may sway,

But I keep moving, come what may.