Opaque کے بول

when you can want something you hate, and lie in perfect honesty from every angle things are crystal clear when you doubt things of which you're sure something seems just beyond your hand you wonder if your living second rate is my mind too open, is my heart still beating do my eyes betray a hint of loneliness or an ambiguity, i only want to see the light when every word makes perfect sense in every single line you read but every single line seems to conflict and the perspectives that i see a picasso reality i'm seeing truth through sheets of opaque glass where does reason stop, and romance begin i feel the ghosts hitchhiking on the wind and since when did following your heart become a sin, I only want to see the light