WE’RE ALL GOING BLIND

We’re all going blind.
If only we could see better,
We wouldn’t be ashamed of our mind.
What is going on in the workshop?
We’re all going blind.
We think with the sun’s thoughts
After the sun has gone down,
And left, in its wake, the crimson-tinged cloud.
We go down vistas
With eyes that travel those vistas down
Of leaves that speak, with gains and losses, all over town.
It would be better to be a criminal in a flat landscape.
Our sight is robbed by conveniences.
There is a certain statue that resides across the river…
We’re all going blind.
So let’s guide each other!
We don’t see. But we’re kind.

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