The hills roll endlessly under a sunny sky as a soft breeze sways me and the trees. I play a sorrowful tune effortlessly and the wind howls along.
I am happy enough to play a sad song I am happy enough to play
The song sounds sweet and I let it play and I am okay
with the trees and the hills and the sky and today
and I will not interject.
I don’t think all chickens hatch from eggs, so I couldn’t tell you whether the song is sweet because I play well or I’m not listening.
Even worse, My eyes have stopped focusing recently.
I noticed it first while driving I looked to a speed limit sign for some guidance: I could not read it.
It progressed quickly and now I can hardly read at all.
Am I better at seeing?
or
have I not been looking
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