blindness

         linespace:2.0}You are the rose in a garden of snow, looking around trying to see how this has come to be.How our lifes have all turned upside down, waging war on ourselfs trying to get our feet flat on the ground. As we all give up searching trying to find, it all becomes clear in our minds. There is a sunset on the horizon of that we are sure, just like the leaves that fall from the winter tree's just as the rain will crash to the ground. How our eyes have been opend for the fist time as like a new born childs into this world. Oh how we are full of excitment and joy of what is meant to be. Oh how i envy the blind man who can realy see.