It's not the neon light
It's your vision that is dim
Don't blame the sun
It's your vision that is dim
Stealing from the blind
Is bound to do you in.
It's not the trumpets
It's your hearing that is dim
Don't blame the horns
It's your hearing that is dim
And to tip-toe around the deaf
Is bound to do you in.
Hit the re-set button
Reawaken your mind
Worshipping Heaven instead of the Earth,
Will loop de loop, time to time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Three stanzas that sound so cohesive as together and the words, the flow and the sense you put there..just beautiful..loved it :)