Blind

I would hope to be blind,
yes.
I know I would hope to feel something more then sight,
becauce even the most beautiful can't be seen at night.

I would hope to humble my senses,
not looking where nothings to find,
It would be when I truly felt it,
that I knew a moment mine.

I know through my eyes beholding,
that kindness will reign high,
for the beauty that deceived me,
will mearly turn and twist trough darkness that is mine.

I guess I couldn't say,
the shollow waters that prevail,
I hope to know when I am blind,
The world becomes less stale.