We are Blind

Tue, 03/14/2017 - 11:16 -- Erysian

What is it that we know?

Where is it that we go?

We see only the narrowness,

The tunnel of our vision,

That gives birth to strangeness,

And fumbling indecision. 

The shadows greet us warmly

And we shy inanely 

From the light.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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