Blurred vision is better vision.
The lines are not so clearly drawn.
Your eyes become a pond of gems,
Your hair a river of gold.
With blurred vision the world is beautiful.
It is a blotch of pastel colors on a white canvas,
Circles, squares, and triangles.
With blurred vision the world is not so bad.
The sinner is a saint,
Death an unknown being,
And the world a place,
For you and me.