Clouded vision as means to clarity.
Eyes swollen and sprinkled with dawn.
Innumerable attempts of happiness’s ease.
Suffering happiness in dusk’s golden eyes.
Good in the name of boredom, a restless waiting.
Honesty in the naked eyes, unwillingness to veil themselves.
No blinded measures.
Unfolding, pathways of little insignificant struggles, the human daily wars.