Should I stare but would she admire.
Could she notice one who was born not to observe.
How do I conserve that need to know her when i cannot see her see me.
How do you all do it, how does a blind man find his own?

I FIND I THIRST FOR THE UNION OF COURAGE AND FEAR.
I AWAIT ITS BIRTH; A CONCEIVED LIFE EXEMPT FROM ANARCHY AND DESPAIR.
THAT SIMULATION OF HAPPINESS; A FOUNTAIN DEVOID OF PERFECTION BUT STEEP IN NAIVETY.
MY PLIGHT AS I SPEAK OF IT HAS FADED INTO SONGS.