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Poetry.
Blinded.
A world full of fools,
with no sight,
no eyes needed.
Where lies the feelings,
do they exist?
they seem bereft.
Staring without concept,
what do you do,
how do you achieve this impossible task?
Awareness is born through experience,
with little understanding,
it must be borne in frustration.
There are no answers, other than learning,
and if you are unwilling to learn,
you will stay stuck.
