Lacking essential senses,
Does it truly make one's life worse?
Or is it protection from the faults of life?
The abstinence of slumber,
the night-long unawareness.
While opening my eyes:
Vision blurry,
Ears clogged.
Being ignorant in a world of knowledge
Would be the bliss I couldn't breathe without.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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