Blind Man In A Room Full Shadows

 

Sometimes I feel like a

Blind man in a room full of shadows

 

Spinning and grasping

Trying to find where the truth may hide.

 

I seem to always end up 

Right where I started again

 

With nothing to show

But empty heart and empty hands.

 

Where do the answers lie?

Under what rock as yet unturned?

 

I imagine somewhere

With my mythical inner peace

Next to my runaway piece of mind.

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