When you close your eyes, tell me what you hear…
…now imagine a time, with vision unclear.

No faces to see, nor a car to drive…
…always needing help, while others deprive.

Going for long walks, you can’t see the flowers…
…you stop to smell them, with new found powers.

So many new sounds, you have discovered…
…subtle nuances, of birds that hovered.

Into things you bump, you always do fall…
…no one to help you, with no one to call.

A twisted dirt path, you still move about…
…precariously, you begin to pout.

Now open your eyes, tell me what you see…
…blindness from within, my tranquility.