Affixed

I am nearsighted in my misery-- Deciphered in all of those bitter symphonies There is much to learn from the Past But, I remain, unchanged, in my grief There's always something deceiving my eyes... Though, I am walking in a direction, affixing feckless perceptions The Night has much to teach my comprehension: But, I remain unchanged, solemnly abiding in this silence I know of the truth in which I have heard: But, I search, silently, for anything but solace: The dreams, of which I have built, are unattainable For, I am an assailant: affixing my Li(f)e to... ...Another...