Seeing Blind
The distant hills are out of sight.
Any rational has taken flight.
Where the sun sets, I don't know.
I'm learning to go with the flow.
Some people think that it's ok.
Ignorance is bliss and that's their way.
But some things stay stuck in my mind.
I can't go on just seeing blind.
We close the curtains for privacy.
What we think, no one should see.
When evil lurks outside our door.
And we just can't take anymore.
I have to go and take a shower.
I'm going to church in about an hour.
I'll kneel and pray for past's and present's.
With all the rest of the paupers, kings and peasants.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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