Taken somewhere unknown,
blindfold over your eyes,
it feels simply beautiful,
your negativity dies.
Continuing your walk,
hear the birds and the trees,
they sound simply beautiful,
there's a soothing breeze.
One step after another,
you smell flowers and smile,
they smell simply beautiful,
you want to stay there a while.
Although you can't see,
here you feel at rest,
here you feel peaceful,
and here you feel your best.
Not persuaded through your eyes,
only knowing what is real,
not able to judge by what you see,
but only what you feel.
The blindfold is removed,
you're extremely caught off-guard,
when you realized you were walking,
around your own back yard.
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 6:09 PM UTC
Taken somewhere unknown,
blindfold over your eyes,
it feels simply beautiful,
your negativity dies.
Continuing your walk,
hear the birds and the trees,
they sound simply beautiful,
there's a soothing breeze.
One step after another,
you smell flowers and smile,
they smell simply beautiful,
you want to stay there a while.
Although you can't see,
here you feel at rest,
here you feel peaceful,
and here you feel your best.
Not persuaded through your eyes,
only knowing what is real,
not able to judge by what you see,
but only what you feel.
The blindfold is removed,
you're extremely caught off-guard,
when you realized you were walking,
around your own back yard.
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