Visibility

Cleaning the end of a glass
With mist on the other side,
Does not really help.
I need my eyes
As soon as I wake up
The soul, I may
Or may not need.
I love the idea
Of being here
You, I might take or leave.

I could sit on a cloud
And make it my ride
If it weren't the way it was,

I'd treat me to apple crumble pie.
And if it hurts to say hello,
Let's start with a goodbye.