The trees are moving on their own again,

my eyes open to contradict the air,

I'm wandering in a world where notions tie like chains,

the fabrications proudly declared.



I have never seen a heart,

I have never come across a mind,

people say I'm not being smart,

but I'm convinced I'm not blind.



What is brilliant for you, I cannot see,

whatever you think is true, you cannot prove,

if you knew, you would not blame me,

for what you see now has failed me too.



When you had something that was taken away,

you become like a ghost, alive but very much asleep,

unaware of the glory surrounding you, you lay,

alone in the dark, with mirrors that weep.



When you have nothing left to hold on to,

you learn to rely on your two noble eyes,

you learn to disregard what you thought you knew,

you learn to take what you can't see as a lie.