Imagine a life with one less sense
I’m talking about a life on the blind side
Waking up every day to the sound of...
Birds playing your favourite harmony
Or the sound of tear drops falling from the sky.
But you have to face the reality that your eyes have their own little secret
A secret that you beg to see every single day.....
Well I’ll let you into a secret....
When a blind man wakes he is in fact dreaming
For when he is dreaming, he in is fact believing
He sees what he wants to see
His fairy tales become his reality
Problem...
His dreams are like politics
As much as he thinks he has power
He really has no control
So his dreams skip like a broken record
Or in fact like a broken clock.....
You see...To a blind man dreams Are like
Politics or should I say a miming multi coloured parrot
For Polly will tick, tock tick, tick ,tock.... like he’s favourite harmony.
To a blind man.... seeing isn’t believing.
For we live in a world of violence and a blind man lives in paradise.
So if I had to describe blindness I would say.....“One mans bite is another mans hickie”
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