We walk, we stumble
We touch, we fumble
Going North thinking it's South
Using our hands to make things out
We become trapped in our imaginations
We become a victim of our hallucinations

Darkness surely teaches a lesson
But only to those who reason
For with deep thinking of man
He should remember the blind man
Verily, in empathy
Or in it's sister sympathy

For every time this is his plight
But he still thanks his God who took his sight!

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