I’ve been stuck wanting it both ways. I was born seeing straight, But sometime ago, my attention was divided When each eye found its own apple— One sweet, free, and real, and the other, rotten. And ever since, I’ve been cross-eyed— Looking both left and right all the time, Captivated by opposites. Now my hope is in wisdom and foolishness And everything I see is out of focus. My intentions are blurry, I second guess every step. Confusion clouds each judgment, And it’s only getting worse: The strain from my double vision Is giving me headaches so that now I can’t hardly think straight about anything! God, is there a doctor out there Who can untangle these knotted up retinas And gouge this bad apple out of my evil eye? Well, is there?!
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