How does it feel to be blind but still able to see straight?
How does it feel able to know where you’re headed without guidance or navigation?
I may never know.
Blind eyes feel what’s still there.
The sense of smell and taste keep you on the track you were unaware of ever railed.
You hear the things that’s needed, no longer what’s emotionally wanted.
Where you’re headed from here,
You may never know.
When the independent accepts dependence, their worlds shift.
Stress cause the mind the drift, the heart finds the nearest cliff.
Some days they wish the end was near…
Just to feel it, taste it, and even smell it.
They hear it in their minds…
Who’s the one telling them,
They may never know.
Somehow it’s those we depend on that can’t see, just as much as we never did.
Whether it’s the love we can’t share or the trust that doesn’t truly exist.
It may be the lust of wanting what’s never needed, or the love of thinking we need what truly isn’t wanted.
Will we ever see eye to eye, although our sight will never be compatible to survive with one another?
We may never know…
How does it feel, taste, smell, and sound to believe what I’ll never see what’s right in front of me.
Whether it’s the goals of my life,
Or the love of my life.
What about the dangers that I’ve never been introduced to;
Will I recognize the evil around?
Will they smell a certain way, or make a certain sound?
Could I survive on my own if I was all that was left?
I truly wish I knew.