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Just random thoughts because I saw this blind man in the street today, and felt bad for him.
Blind man walking, falling, sleeping, all the time.
Deaf man looking, searching, sleeping, all the time.
Dumb man, standing, sitting, sleeping, all the time.
Never awake, eyes are always closed and sleeping.
Never awake, ears are always closed and sleeping.
Never awake, lips are always closed and sleeping.
Sympathy, feelings, destiny, meant for you.
Blessed, cursed, with this gift, this burden.
Sleeping, an endless sleep of nothingness.
Of blindness, deafness, dumbness, of eternal slumber.
Slumber of the eyes, ears, lips, it is fate, and is not a bad one.
It is for the best, when you lose your ability.
Now another has the advantage, now another feels stronger.
It gives them the power to feel good, to be better, to bring out their kind heart.
You blessed a life, you are blessed.
It is not a curse, it is not a triumph, it is life.
Eternal blindness, deafness, dumbness, it's okay now though.
I saw a blind man today, so I felt kinda bad for him. So I wrote a little poem bout it kinda...