Old one I found Buried...

Perception

 Tis as if Mine eyes are aflutter,
  And when they close,
   I recieve but a short respite.
 Again they open,
  As from slumber.
 Seeing for the first time,
  Fresh and anew,
  Wider, farther, deeper.
 My perspective changed,
  For better or worse in what they see.
 As my vision dims,
  Weariness draws in.
  And it begins anew....