So tell me father, do blind men dream?
Often I have wounded myself with falsified hope in an attempt to justify our connect, but you cannot see that. Seldom are the times you remember that I was just a child, seldom are the times you took pride in me, instead you chose to see me as an enemy with love for his mother... so father, do blind men dream?
They say our dreams are but a manifestation of what we see, so the content of the dream is chained to the perspective or lens we choose to use, but alas, how can I be in your dreams if you refuse to see me, not to view me physically, no, but to see me for who I am... so father, do blind men dream?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem