The Blindfold

Once upon a time, lived there a man With anchored bed riding on waters still But in surprise, wakes oft to troubled seas. Pulled in and out by waves sudden and hard He wakes oft with weary temper-stained hands. Can only recall how he roared loudly In a dream of the night with scenes groggy. Now with scared heads bowed and hidden cuffed hands. Other times he wakes with both eyes stolen And legs in fierce chase of the next delight. Climbing hoops and coins, then meets an endless height. Sorry shadows then trail his feet swollen. Other days, he wakes up to meet new weights A brooding list of paybacks to be done. This man like a skillful snake lies in wait But suffers even more after the dealt struck. Such sad lot just from him closing his eyes. Only if he saw this shared dancing blue. Only if he had the strength still to choose Then he would have smiled as he opened his eyes.