Blind eyes

We are blind 

We go wherever the man tells us

"Turn left here"

we do it

"Don't trip on the rock"

There are a few who don't listen to this and

still don't trip

but they spend their whole lives

looking for the rock

some don't turn when he says so

and wonder their whole lives

"What if?"

Do we realy have choice

We cast away those who

differ from the path

but in our hearts we strive for this

we call them monsters and rebels

but really what are they rebeling from?

you've never seen the man

you turn around to touch him

nothing

you can't find him

well

at least you can open your eyes now

he's still here 

goodb-