sitting at a keyboard,
thinking
and
typing.
wondering,
as if these words,
could really ever make a difference.
but never giving up,
because some who are,
most appreciated,
were never around to see it.
i sit and wonder,
maybe being,
blind,
is better,
maybe being,
deaf,
is better,
but always feeling,
because without,
What would I write about?
fogotten for now, remembered forever.