I have recently written some poems that unfortunately aren’t very good. They do, however, uncover my head to my peering eyes. But my head is filled with fog and my eyes are blind and of no use.
This is why the world is so lost. Society has nearly forced us to be born into blindness. We cannot see ourselves, what we want to be, and above all-we cannot see what we should be.

A blind man can’t describe a color he’s never seen.