if i am blind i may not hear my own self.
how can i see if there is no light...
to guide the way?
perhaps here dimmly sitting of motion in the night hanging off settled and crooked,
swaying lame in certain ways.
and off beat.
to and through.
I am still here hanging
pain if i was lame laying broken till the night.
how could i see what was right there next to me.
Skeptic still, of who I am.
Skeptic still, of who I was.
But , i still love you.
For , ....