BLINDNESS

                        Hard to keep my mind on track

                        When I’m never on crack

                        One of the moments your mind doesn’t have your back

                         Darkness in my mind, my thoughts is black

                        Blindness is my grind, my spots is stack

                         Kindness is my sign, my dot is dark

                        Weakness is my fine, my shot is lack

                        Humanity runs by directions

                         Directions give instructions

                        Corruptions is destruction

                        Life is violent and nothing is painless

                        Your mind is silent and could be more violent

                        My minds unique, sometimes discrete

                        Many circumstances acting on a wild sheet

                        Many desires like for the blind to see

                        And if it was to ever to picture reality in heat