In the bottom of the quagmire
lays a pile of ancient bones,
no one ever sees them,
they are quite alone.

Once a man of vision,
who decided to hide his eyes,
so he could listen to the world,
and become more wise.

He heard the sounds of birds,
and they sounded nice,
he listened so hard,
he even heard the mice.

He heard the people's whispers
they thought that he was crazy,
others told him loudly
that he was simply lazy.

To blindfold one's self
and sit and hear all day
and to shun his work
when there are bills to pay.

Well perhaps they were right
so he left the house for a stroll,
but left the blind in place
with his life, he paid the toll.

On his first journey,
off listening his way,
into the quagmire he walked
and stays there still today.