Blind daze
The world around you is a black vale, always running to stay in front of you so that you can not experience what is behind it.
You wish to lash out at it and strike it with all your furry but when you try to you stumble about like a wingless bird taking flight.
All alone with out a place to look upon,
without a stream to spy upon,
without a sea to see.
You have a trillion voices to hear upon,
to process through your soulless mind.
You can hear,
you can touch,
you can smell,
you can think,
but their brother is lost.
it is wandering the time,
the space,
the space between the spaces to find a host for it to ring
I am speaking of life�s fellow items�
Call yourselves what you will,
you may think you are not blind,
But you are my friend,
Life...