Knowing Burns

Searching for the right phrase
Put a name on this new haze
I rub my eyes and I still can't see
I'm blind in a new way

I cower under the shelter I've made

Ports of call in new land
Busy making a new plan
Think I lost myself at sea
Send a rescue when I can

Although there's not much left to say

And still these words ring through
To your own self be true
And careful what you learn
Sometimes knowing burns

Strike one up for the new age
Not sure we're on the same page
The way this whole thing looks to me
I could win at a snails pace

So many times I should have stayed