Sights Of A Blindman
Your views are worthless
I dont need your help
Just leave me be.....
or listen
Persistent propoganda for total lack of vision
Resistant to my senses but hail to submission
My indecision is missing, I still fail to listen
Not seen as disabled, just sins put among the ridden
I even fear them, see it stemmed from the taste
My own dexterity was left & locked in one place
Which was off the face, gone..beyond all doubt
Begging to be included, but left cancelled out
Thats what its about..relishing what you have now
The cry of first born or your matramonial vow
I ask the innocence how & why it decieved my sight
Contemplate answers,believing none to be the right
So I'm left sombre for longer, consistant w/ my views
If vision could hire a muse then maybe I wouldnt lose
Now I refuse to pay divedance..cataract forth hence
My other feelings do nothing only to sit on the fence
Cryout for lent..when will this starvation ever end?
"Well that depends..on you embracing it as a friend
Illusions apprehend the real views in which you seek
Eat away every week, feeding on the lonely & weak
Takes the smile from your cheeks..jubilation not won
& if you think the pain is over..its only just begun"
Even my thoughts are left sporadic..how do I follow?
When there aint no tomorrow..for my eyes feel sorrow
Self mutilation will be gone tomorrow..maybe..I hope
For the sights of this blindman can no longer cope
W/ attitudes that conflict & addict making me sick
For I can predict..that I'm embedded to be a prick
There goes the "Click"..finally..the realisation kicks in
This sorry excuse for a man..will never see again
Happy now?
Reduce me more?
theres nuttin to..
reduce
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