Without them to guide my way
my vision obscured
my thoughts gone astray
so much so I'd lose my way
trying to find you
each moment you're away
apart from me.

Even though I can't see
I might sometimes be a fool;
people say I'll be taken for granted
and it ain't cool.
But I believe that somehow
my efforts on the plough
will not be a futile attempt
that people would scowl.

I know somewhere deep inside
the good in you resides
but you'll never show that side
to anyone else,
hidden beneath your blizzard self.

You spend words like how you would spend money,
too little for my comprehensivity,
and yet when I thought I finally understood you,
perhaps it was yet another fatality.