SIGHTED BLINDS

Ambling along on the vanity called life
Stumbling and rising in its abyss of strife
With no clue as to how to place our steps
Missing through each foolishly calculated plan
As an unlearned toddler in need of

help
We rise with force as one in trance
But to rise and fall, stumble and amble.

Strong-willed, self-sufficient, and ceremoniously dutiful
Unsung heroes we are, striving always for perfection
Stupor drinking merry making of a fool
Saddle with a lot in emptiness and oblivion,
Feeling, touching, seeing and sensing
What we feel, touch, see or sense, a sense of our indecency

We are rich, full, complete yet vague
Cos in our illusioned plenty lies our many nothing(ness)
What we see, a measure of what we know
What we know, a measure of where we’ve been
Where we’ve been, a measure of who we know or do not know
- know we not that we are pawns at best?
made only to dance to the beats of our puppeteers?
We are sighted, but only to the obvious of our masters magnanimity.
Alas!!! We are blind.

….he who reads, let him understand….

                                     Written by KHLEB WRIGHT