Blindly Touched
Stumbling blindly, laughter seems far in-between
the rafter of reality, though it never stopped
driving forward, a power silent in disguise
lifting the darkness of doubt.
Conditional behavior beyond understanding
carried through thought waves, not meant for
weakened surroundings, the blind passed
each test surprisingly.
Each description clearly expressed, with
no difficulty, all focused on the inner
picture through brain waves., where
each individual described each
picture without sight.
In front they walked; those who had
sight missing the detour, returning to
perform their task at hand, the blind
guided those who saw, but lacked
the knowledge to see what was
in front, but within.
As we travel roads blind, our insight
beckons us to follow what we
see within, not what may be seen
on the surface.
Stumbling blindly, fear may carry
through, only light carries its beacon
within our own blinded endeavors.
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