Blindness can be your path
When running circles becomes pointless
Delusion comes from seeing,
A never ending mist road
When you see nothing on the run
Always in darkness, Without sight
Without light, without hope...
Like a horse in shadows
The horse awaits in the dark
Listening and tasting the dream
Like a sleepwalker, hope lingers
Even in blindness, he listens
Lured by the run of life
He keeps the speed in fright,
The sight that was stolen
At some point in time
Never looking back
He runs faster
Flying with open wings
Feeling alive once again.