Blind Clairvoyance

Running through the grey fields,
A little girl, her little dream,
Clouds drift in shimmering light,
Swaying thoughts, waning sight.
The comfort of home, forgotten.
Hope for the future, forsaken.

Weld together the shards of this broken soul.
Watch the pieces fit to leave behind a hole.
When sad songs seem so happy,
When happy songs feel so sad.
Wallow in the dead cells outside,
Let the ones alive atrophy within.

The boy who found joy
Lost his smile in a short while,
Not 'cos he lost joy;
He was just another stupid, confused boy.
In all these dissonant thoughts there lies
A blind clairvoyance within, his guiding light.