What a queer scenario
How strange indeed
I see not people, nor critters, nor birds
Glimmering lights flash before me
Glancing around for an explanation
I come up on an epiphany
My eyes have faltered and become useless
But fankly, I prefer imagery
Blindness is an unexpected gift
A gift I welcome with open arms
This way I can pretend my jailers don't exist
This way I can ignore the thorns
When others have their fun with me
Prodding to their heart's desires
Everyone watches from afar
Assembled in a merry little choir
They sing the same chorus
One I've heard since I was young
"Don't worry, it's alright, we're here."
But now my mind's come undone