We are all blind in the dark,
We are all deaf in space,
Are you paralyzed from a broken mind?
Who are these words meant for,
Who is listening to them now,
Do they understand,
Can they understand,
Do they even care?
Is anybody out there,
Can you see what I say,
Is your mind too cluttered,
Or is there fear in the way?
Can I climb stairs to your palace,
Is the railing even secure,
Are there boosters for the table,
Is there a railing on the balcony,
Or will I fall to my demise?
Lest my brain is crippled,
And I'm unable to think,
Let alone to create,
But until then I'm not dead,
And my ability shall be judged,
Just like all others,
By fortitude in life...
Advantage ours...
Not by what I hear,
But to acknowledge the noise...
Not by what I see,
But to recognize the light...
Not by what I touch,
But to understand the substance...
Not by where I walk,
But to journey the distance...
And only by what I create,
What imagination is in me,
And how and whom I share it with,
But to keep one thing in mind...
Any ration to the dead is merely wasted.