I look to the left what do I see?
A figure, yes.
A person, no.
I look to the right what do I see?
A thing, yes.
A person, no.
I look all around me; I see things and figures like zombies.
They look as they could be just like me.
But I can't see.
Well, I can see.
I see just fine.
They just don't show me, that is the things.
They don't show me that they are like me.
To have a mind, heart, that is a heart filled with love.
If somehow by chance there happens to be love I can't see.
Maybe a word or too comes out but there is nothing behind it.
There is no one there.
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