Senses

Do I need to be blind in order to see?
Do I need to be deaf in order to hear?
Numb to feel
Fear death to start living?

It would suffice to say I fear life more so than I do death…
there are so many possibilities,
so many futures which lie down so many paths


Limitations are given by choice
Boundaries offer little guidance
These are the sealed paths
Doorways within blocked walls


These are the impossible
These are the challenges of strength
These are the tests of faith
These are the roads we take


To experience
To be here
To breathe
To be anywhere


These are the gifts
These are the signals

They are the destinies
They are more alive than we will ever be
They are more free than we choose to be

Blind. Deaf. Numb. Dead

These are senses