I take my glasses off.
They are pretty thick,
I'm blind, I've heard.
The Army won't take me,
Uncle Sam shuns me
and that is quite alright.
The kiddies pull and scratch at my face
"Lemme see!"
They enjoy the dizzy they get
from my blindness.
When I was a wee girlie,
I told my dad all I wanted in the world
was to see.
No basketball, no scuba diving.
No air-piloting, no night time driving.
But then I take my glasses off-
And the whole world blurs.
I can't pick out a bullseye
or a steer's hoof.
Sometimes its nice
not to see
that I'm getting kicked in the face,
or that times are a-changin'
But we all have to fess up sometime.
the blurs, the indescribable shapes and lumps
they're all I see.
