Strabismatic Amblyopia

Focus Focus It shouldn't be that blurry Hidden in plain sight The art of the flurry The scramble, the mix Hokey Hamlet clues Square press, ordered some clones We're all abused Despair Finds a new home, tonight at eight He can't stop grinning This network of hate Questions Answers The arguments in between No reason to be confused It's all on the screen Wearing my consternation thin Proper angles of light when we sin Furious unless revered Furious unless revered Fitting clicks of acceptance, I enjoy it way too much These thoughts in my head, they manifest in all red Amidst the commotion Proselytizing And stats- I forgot my facts It's in my eyes again The pressure It's gone on far too long It's Gone On The dust of stars, of viewing stares Of oblong hooks, and human cares The dust of stars, of human cares Of oblong hooks, and viewing stares I thought I could see clearly But apparently it's not my duty I thought I could see clearly But apparently it's not my duty Focus Focus Focus Focus It shouldn't be that blurry The dust of stars, of human cares Of oblong hooks, and these viewing stares I thought I could see clearly But apparently it's not my duty I thought I could see clearly But apparently it's not my duty Focus Focus Focus Focus Furious unless revered Furious unless revered