Oblivious to the Obvious

What I could normally see,
I can see no more,
Blind to what stares me in the face,
My vision suddenly blurred,

Others hand me aids,
To help me see more clearly,
Clouded in too much thought,
Fearful of my feelings,

My literacy like that of a newborn,
Unable to see what’s in front of me,
Analyzing every last detail,
To learn how to read,

Mixed signals come my way,
As optimism and pessimism collide,
Hope that history does not repeat itself,
Yet doubts enter my mind,

Is there reason for hope?
Or am I grasping at straws?
Wanting to believe something that’s not,
Living in denial,

Glasses are of no aid,
Neither are non-convoluted signs,
With the truth staring me in the face,
Oblivious to the obvious am I.