Where Sight Fails

I'm just a looking glass
peering into your life every second you stare
showing the flaws and the veins of the skeletal embryo
knowing where your going isn't what I'm trying for you
because if you know where you'll sleep tonight
than the surprise is gone
the prediction is predictable
and the excitement is lost
upon other things you lack
stability, sensibility and humanity are half tank
and the price to refill is too high for your budget
you could pay and loose something or keep and loose everything
the "win, win" idea is now just a fiction in your mind
lost deep in the labyrinth of clarity
unlike the true clearness of tranquil waters
you can't see your ankles in knee deep rain drops
but we're all aboard and setting sail
for some sort of enigma too far to see
where the horizon ends
and sight fails