Blindfold

In a world of masks, garbs and guises
Where, through the fog, the sun never rises,
I walk blindfolded, but not blind
One step ahead, two steps behind
Over the stone, around the ditch
Walking is my purpose, I have nowhere to reach.

Sometimes I suspect, the sun did rise
But I had a blindfold on my eyes
Or may be its darkness that they treat as light
For their blind eyes know not sight
Lies in truth, truth in lies, its all strange
Or may be its just me, but it surely cannot change

Their squeals of laughter to me, ring hollow
Only one sees, the others just follow
Imitations of deceptions accepted as reality
Mindless blind bodies, with a borrowed sanity
Comrade, not parade, is what I wish to see
Until then, this blindfold will remain a part of me.