Blind

Feel that fire. Smell that wind. Listen to desire. Realize youre not it. Feel that fire. Smell that wind. Listen to desire. Realize you’re not it. Blind man loves to go outside. Feel the grass and the wind, Never deaf to the vibe. Always feelin it out, Somehow seeing blue of the sky. Stevie surely saw. To not wonder ‘how,’ is a crime. Is the majesty immutable? To call it greenery not suitable. It’s something more than usual, You can’t learn in a cubicle. deprivation devastating. They take deviation, demolish it for demonstrations. A blind man could see the heart learns painful patience- Sometimes rewarded by waiting, hopefully guillotines aint fated. The colors of these many suits and cases. When light fades, we feel love or fear. Feel that fire. Smell that wind. Listen to desire. Realize ur not it. Feel that fire. Smell that wind. Listen to desire. Realize ur not it. You’re something more than what you see, What you want, And what you need. A nonce could’ve scholarly speech. He’s still a nonce to me. See? What I mean is what we are is more than the sum of our parts. Cuz when you put them together, the image is different at large. Get with the motion, that’s a boat, I’m the bard. I put it in braille in case reading is hard. Or in music so you can forget about material and rise to the stars. Feeling heat and cold, tho, they are apart. Knowing they’re together. Tasting love like it’s butter and carbs. Add some sugar and yeast, it’s a feast. Rising to your lips to meet. Oh joy of the highest degree. I can’t thank you enough for everything that you see. Hoping for you to see the things that you don’t. To be your own rock and roll. Not the hard place and stone. Chorus- Open sesame, You see it or you’re dead to me. The light is deafening. Blind to the life of better things.