Come my tigers, tell me of your names

Maybe there are senses  humans lack
Another world  where this world is reframed
To the blind, reality is black

In the midst of tragedy, the rack
The  outstretched hands of god   do seem  forlorn
Maybe there are senses  which we lack

But while we are out ambling  well known tracks
We   may not see  our morals stumble lamed
To the blind, reality is black

The paranoid, the people,  madly  wreck
The natural law, the tablets, the  whole game
Maybe there are senses  which we lack

The albatross may hang around our necks
Yet we must feel  positive these days
To the blind, reality is black

Come my tigers, tell me of your names
Sit beside me, summon up my dreams
Maybe there are senses   people slight
To the deaf, reality is bright

 

2 thoughts on “Come my tigers, tell me of your names

  1. If we were to go beyond our sense and sensibility, we will be unable to focus. Too much information cannot be useful for a single mind. Let us become sensitive and selfless in our mind. Perhaps reality will be different for the blind and deaf.

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