Blind To What Is Real
Driven to the cliff over the abyss.
And thrust into the void like this.
Whether by slipping, leaping, or pushed,
Finding refuge on a lower ledge,
With a sheer wall behind rising above,
We are still perched upon an edge.
We peer deeper into the abyss
Mad it causes us to be.
Does this mean we see less clearly?
That we think less true? No!
This madness is not one of understanding.
Clearer becomes our comprehension.
This madness is our struggle to communicate
With those who see less.
How do you connect and converse
With people who avoid the abyss,
Whether by choice or by privilege,
Who are blind to what is real?
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