Blind Eye

All this time I’ve been hoping you’d see through this wall. I’ve been trying to show you bits of this newly invented perfect imperfection, wishing you would feel the urge. Like me. Say you didn’t see it coming means you’ve gone blind or you are playing or perhaps just plain stupid. I wish I hadn’t had to, but then there was this wish that you would hear. Then again it is my fault; I didn’t see it coming either, but I was conscious; I turned a blind eye so I’d be wrong about being wrong.