the Blind are leading

the Blind are leading the Blind



In aimless quest, they stride aligned

A blinded horde, towards decline

Without the forte, to feel or see

I contemplate, deficiency



On sloping trails, their quest proceeds

To find at length, a way to see

They search above, they search beneath

I contemplate, deficiency



Holding hands, they stumble forth

A sightless pack, a search of 4

Lacking forte, they feel to see

I contemplate, deficiency



Bruised and torn, they stride ahead

Towards a fate, of certain death

They lead the way, for fools to be

I contemplate, deficiency