My Days

My days are a dull color gray and they don´t matter anything to me.
I wish I could see the light with it´s true intensity and everything else without extra shades,
everything looks the same to me like if water and grass were the same object obviously in the same place.
By the edge the dirt in the unsettled water too dark to see through because it´s not still and I´m just sitting and staring ,wondering, why are things like this for me?
I´m sure now that´ll I´ll risk my vision in order to be able to see everything hidden to me.
I´ll take the risk that if it doesn´t go as planned I´d become nothing but blind.
I´m sure the only thing I´ll do when I´m unable to see is speak my words and let someone put them down on paper so I can lose all those memories in my happier darkness.
I´ll rather see a deep color black and a faint color of anything else because It´d be only a lie.
Greedy of sight I want to just learn if justice is true and if it´s not I´ll be just as blind.