The blindness

New day u promised, but same old darkness
Same capsules of truth, same bitter-sour taste
I wonder if it was me or it was my heart all the same
To trust that I would see the light in my blindness

No lights,  I know, the bulbs mock at me
Televisions they sneer
And radios laugh at what they see
A cracked bowl of hope, that is bound to leak

I tried to weave dreams, when you described me the lights
When you moved some feathers and flew some kites
Yeah, but now in this pitch dark I stare at vacuum
And try rubbing out the blindness, the pitch black doom

And now I lay, in same old corner
With same old stick near that smelly burner
Yet I am like a shadow beneath it,
It lights the room, but never do we meet

But who are you? The burner or the stick
Burner I guess, because it is not me that you miss
You search for the dancer, who would dance with your flames
And meet with your rhythms, play in your games

I would settle for the stick, you can now cease to light
Either way you may burn, with all your might
The darkness would cover me as quilt
With many pains and some guilts

So leave now me to this blindness
Leave and go join her in her dance
I will lay and try to sing along
Though it may be my swan song!!