Pisaries Creator

Lightning rods on your head.
I see them glowing in the darkness.
Before your majesty, I stand very still.
Speak to me in facts not riddles.
Your voice of reason announcing itself.
Tell me I made the right decision,
that I escaped traveling down the wrong road.
Raise your hand higher than the sun.
Create a mighty signal for me, a clear destination.
One where I don't need my glasses.
My vision is 100% perfect.
I once saw muddy walls replicate itself,
but what remains is a convex room without limits.