Blinded

Lost in who I think I am, without a clue to the master plan~ A pawn, a poet, a puppet, a man~ Will someone please tell me who I am? What is the reason ? Do I search in vain ? Grasping for answers creating this pain~ Clinging to memories of a youthful time~ No reasons, just seasons in childhood’s mind~ I see the stone that lies in the road, and yet once again I carry its load~ What is the reason? Do I search in vain? Grasping for answers creating this pain~ So loved and so lonely, imprisoned by self~ Cutting the bond to creation’s vast wealth~ Heir to all the beauty I see, a blind mans’ eyes staring only at me~ Desire, the fire, it burns and it sears. Eyes become cloudy and I no longer hear~ What is the reason? Do I search in vain? Grasping for answers, creating this pain~ Copyright © Satprem 2015