Blinded By Sight

we make plans the break plans do we give up ? it all depends upon the creature or the creator there are those drifing in a sea of the make believe lost in the sauce of compromise can't we see past those twisted lies they are blinded by sight you may claim that is your right still at the funeral parlor you will then discover there isn't a uhaul that follows its procession you got me second guessing the opposite of faith is sight getting lost in the night with long hanging fangs that bite shadows block your squeeky wheel claiming its no bid deal getting stuck as second fiddle in the middle they can't help you cause they can't help themselves perhaps you want to put that book right back on the shelf so you exist as a vain Keebler elf Satan has blinded you from the real trip I equate it as being left on the raft near the shore all of a sudden the tide breaks out and your out in the ocean Satan brands his lies with a real dark brew of magic lotion then you realize how to i get here it was your choice to live by sight in the end who will be your friend the one whom you can depend