The Third Eye blind.

I'm feel I am losing my ability to see.
Taking things as they appear, instead of what they really might be.
Comfort in distance has made its home here
and that fact alone strikes up my fear.
Pride myself in my vision of mind,
it can always see you, although its blind.
You can say nothing but your silence says it all,
something so big comes from somethings so small.
I never want to lose this gift of sight,
even if it keeps me alone i know what is right.
I would shut the other two, if i could keep the third.
For with it i will fly away, to be with the birds