The Oculist saw potential, and your vision could prevail
You met with him late last week
He awaits your next appointment
You hope that he will see to it
Not one detail is left behind
You say, "Doctor, please be gentle. We are dealing with my eyes"
They'll bring you some drugs with warm water -
They are meant to sedate you
They'll talk to you like you are stupid, and that would enrage you
The wave of cool confusion shocks through the mind
The nurse closed the door, and turned out the lights
The instant he makes his incision
Strapped back into his chair
"The objective is the vision"
and You know he does not care about...
The fact that the drugs didn't work and you're still not asleep
Your mother's been phoning for hours, but it's still not complete
The pain of resolution shocks through the eyes
I've hid from doubt for much too long of my life
They say you lose it when you get old
I hope I never know
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