Blind 

Blind to ourselves

This creature that inhabits this existence

Inept, incapable of seeing

Of perceiving

The gestures and attitudes that serve the devil only

Still

Drifting through a sea of madness

Lost souls

Trying not to crush oneself in lies

Lies are all we have in our lives banquet 

Blind

towards myself

Another mistake

Another day, another rain

And thus fulfill this meaningful existence

 

Joy

Joy isn't the meaning of life

The tender touch

The shared moments in all this said eternal time

The moments we die in and are reborn

Born blind towards oneself

Until we dissipate our heat

And in memories we inhabit

The ones we are which people carry with them

Those not blind versions of ourselves

But incomplete

Just a shard 

And to build ourselves is our meaning

Acceptance

Godliness and pleasure.