inborn defects

No matter what I have,
whatever that may be,
I desire just one thing:
That which I can't see.

The thoughts I can't think,
I can't bear to consider.
My blindness to the world
makes my open heart bitter.

The love I'll never hold,
it seems as random as the weather.
I was born like any other,
a dim-lit soul in search of treasure.

No sense or sneeze as bright as yours,
no word as nearly complex.
I'd give my life, I'd give it twice,
to relieve my inborn defects.

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