Mark Roske Poet Lyric

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~



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