Okay, here it is:
focus
You come in and out of sight
with a subtle and moronic meaning
faster, the pace of the dark, encompassing
slower, the face of the night
I use to walk on four legs
blinded by malcontent, lobotomized
misplaced by melancholy
I hated it, the meaning I despised
I was lured with more understanding
I loved it, but the meaning I loathed
finding myself and the meaning
I fell through a hole, unclothed
Without chains I understood
still missing the irrelavent leg
you left it all and came into sight.