Words to the Blind 8-6-96

by Phil Laws   Jan 21, 2008


Not even an insane man would give up pure happiness
Nor would the blindest woman fail to see my sorted mess
How is it that I find you
Lost within yourself
Time
And time again, gone by
I so patiently waited
To grow errantly perfect
I'm so harmlessly fated
Although hopelessly correct
I show cynically your ways
I'll flow lyrically polished
Below noiselessly you say
My foe selflessly banished
He's no longer free in me
Now lost in this place I see
Oh, what a broken land
All of these dreams within
No dreams without
No other place to dream about
Search for a better place
Look within
You won't see without
No other place to find it out
Within you
Found in me
Begin it too
Be again set free
I so aimlessly sought it
Though I carelessly disregard
The simplicity bought it
Aspiration without reward
And if I could find luck enough for amnesia
With all my other losses I'd recall insomnia
When the most deaf man
Can hear the words of a mute
Then, maybe I can
Find the strength (I've lost) to love

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