Is anyone there?
At first I was afraid …..I was petrified
What’s wrong?
You cannot see me?
I am the same of course
as I always was
am I not?
You’re just not looking, are you?
You only see the wheels
The chair…. perhaps.
I can’t talk, but can listen
although ramblings confuse.
I hear your mind, within your blindness
To comprehend it…I’d have to be you!
The last thing on my mind!
We could always talk to her
I suppose, I hear your thoughts!
By why would we want to?
What can she do for us now, I hear!
Let's just talk amongst ourselves
It’ll be easier, she needs to rest
Behind closed doors
A different story
They know best
Why would they ask?
I hear your mind….. within your blindness
To comprehend it…I’d have to be you!
The last thing on my mind!
Enquiring are you?
Can I unravel ….the grey windmills of the mind?
To make it easier on you
Should I make a joke.... there that’ll help!
Try pushing the chair with wheels
Imagine yourself as the carted one!
That I once found the sun when I was unbroken
Before the unpleasantness
Of your emotional hell!
I hear your mind….. within your blindness
To comprehend it…I’d have to be you!
The last thing on my mind!
Transgress.....
...Now it’s my emotional limbo
You are too much baggage for my destiny
Emotional heaven!
Why, she’s not in!
Convenient!
the lame excuses you all make
when you kick me out
Rest easy with your dull
Passionless mirrors
Uncompassionate to the core.
I hear your mind….. within your blindness
To comprehend it…I’d have to be you!
The last thing on my mind!
At one time I believe them...
...to be different
As I have witnessed.
Before the sly look of the fox
Why I can smell the guilt...
....mass of sheer selfishness,
Hardened hearts!
I hear your mind….. within your blindness
To comprehend it…I’d have to be you!
The last thing on my mind
Not so far from the one who bore me
What’s her name again?
Doesn’t matter
She didn’t fit the job description
Generations blinded
Unworthy criteria.
Go on pass the buck, its all my fault!
Stare into the mirror, convince yourself
Seek behind those eyes you despise...
.....YOUR MIRROR
Why should you feel empathy?
Ah, I see no-one taught you
Could they of?
Should they of?
I hear your mind….. within your blindness
To comprehend it… you’d have to be me!
The first thing in my heart!
Try pushing the chair with wheels
It doesn’t hurt!
Only some folks cross to the other side
The street is darker there
They cannot see the sun that shines...
....from the chair with wheels
I can stand the pain, don’t worry!
The physical, metaphysical
The mind more so, also don’t forget the senses
Surprisingly, heightened….. another dimention.
I hear your mind….. within your blindness
To comprehend it…You'd have to be me!
The First thing in my heart!
Well, there you are, an opening for you
Yes I have a heart and soul,
A task, maybe not, go on try it.
How familiar for you to look outward.....
.....inward, don't you know?
How predictable to want me imprisoned.
We’re not ashamed of the chair, just you.
I only want to get better, be outdoors.
By the way
now that I can speak
I want a divorce!
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