You are supposed to make my views on the world clearer, and yet.
Here I am.
Unsure about so many things.
So why bother with you?
Perhaps so you can make me see my mistakes, but even then.
There seems to be a lag, and I never catch on until it’s too late.
I’ll accept you.
Only because you allow me the beauty of seeing individual leaves on trees,
and the petals on flowers.
You let me see the clouds as they dance across the sky.
That will have to be enough.