Blindsight

Every day, the current stream of life,

Motion, music fly-by,

Overpowered in the flow,

Music-box spun out of tow.

The hood covers tight,

Beat flooding through the night,

What he sees he wishes he couldn’t

For the thoughts be what shouldn’t.

But pass him by,

The people in the crowd watch him die.

Caught twisting on the inside,

But they’re blind by the outside.

The sight seeing lost

By their mind he never crossed.

Yet he sees them all.

Red eyes watch their rise and fall.

He can’t join the wave,

All them lost in their rave,

They laugh and joke, claim seeing what’s seen

But they miss the big picture, the gross, obscene.

Darker things than death loom out,

Looming clouds that rain about

But warning angel’s high of flood

Brings not but more spilt blood.

So instead he waits in silence and smiles,

Makes life best with lies and guiles.

So instead he stays for the day he finds himself right,

Sees out the dawn turned to unending night.

So instead he prays for hope in that he’s wrong,

To only find himself able to close eyes for long.

 

Author's Note

Just because one can fly, does not mean one cannot drown, and one can only fall as high as they climb. After that, I'm not sure what else I can say that can better convey the Thought behind this one. To tell you the truth, I don't even remember when I wrote this... but it couldn't have been too long ago. Hmm...