I move across time, through space.
Searching for something; what, I donít know.
Seeking something; why, I am not sure.

I order confusion, make sense of my chaos.
Find my answers were I can.
Accept those answers I donít understand.

When I close my eyes I find I'm alone.
Lost by myself, where everyone can see.
Without direction, for I cannot find my way.

But when I open my eyes, look all about.
I see my friends there grinning, smiles quite wide.
Mixed among them are strangers, laughing themselves.

After a moment, I have to agree.
I smile myself, showing all of my teeth.
I share in the joke, chuckle a bit.

Iím not the only one, single in my blindness.
There are others who cannot see,
Who forget to open their eyes.

So I do for them, what my friends have done for me.
Wait patiently, perhaps with a smile.
And hold out my hand until like me, they remember.

This text is copywrited by Brad Colver, 1997. It may be duplicated as long as the the copywrite stays with it.

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