would it be that I were born in blindness

unable to see the darkness of the eyes

and minds that surround me not knowing

of the shades of personality that hide a

darker reality that perception can see

would it be that I was unable to see the

pain and misery within which there be

no charity for the lost would it be that

I were not born


In those eyes are misery of a lost reality

that cannot replace that which has come

to be the now would it be that we could

find another way to be another way to see

who we could be in this time for unknown

are the possibilities of that which has to come


was there a beginning to the end was there a

time when there was nothing to defend from