Blindness

When we all think we have the way

We all call ourselves leaders, they

say follow me I'll show you

They soit out words til they're blue,

in the face I see true sadness

but behind it all, it's hust madness

Mad at the oppurtunities missed

Mad at the chance wasted on a wish

But who they should really be mad at?

Themselves

In the back of the class they, sat

chit chat chit chat

But who knows maybe if they closed their mouths and tried to see

They could take of the blindfold and be free