A faint dream
and its muddled lines
create the rules
and outline the eyes.

A silhouette is faint
in the shadows
ad through the lens
the view is hallowed.

It's an impossible dream
I know as much
but to this picture
fingers will forever clutch.

And with a show of hands
I can recognize
my mistaken vision
seen through blurred eyes.

Perhaps now I can claw
my way back
to the view
I threw
away in one
moment of my existence.