Blind Man's Parade

Walk in the blind man's parade, Towards the Rainbows unseen
What the fore fathers sang, a lullaby to put us into an religious frenzy
Dreams depending on mortgages while the books are enslaved by the green bills
Suit up as the Sun wakes, Suit up when the Sun sets
For what is He but a slave to Time and Love
Chasing the clock living among the surreal defining what is life
Defining the way one should live while they live among the rotten thoughts!

Sit back and look at the stars, or may be lie down with solitude
To be lost, chasing the shooting stars asking for a wish
To gaze deep into the dark silent nights, just once more
Where no doubt would laugh at the dreams, no questions asked
Wrapped in his poems, in his words whilst listening to the Night skies sing
To fly away from the noise of machines,
To see the Sun rise and imagine Romance
To see the Sun set and fall in love with Poems!

If only his reality could come in terms with what his eyes see
What his eyes see even in the busy crowds partying at the corporate circus
Beyond the clowns wearing masks but what lies behind is a wicked smile
If only the beautiful world within ever finds courage to come out of the womb
To breathe, to see the reality and either fall in Love with it
Or die taking its first breath! What is he, a madman in Love with Words
In Love with the silent skies, in love with a simple and inexpensive time
What is He? Just a member of the Blind Man's Parade!