The most horrific question comes to mind: why was it given? What if I miss the chance to be found? I'm the only light; no one else is around. From birth to middle, I've suffered; hands' movements are missing, but puppet feet walk the playground, Burden on my chest, what's this dance, where are we turning around. Witnessed the crowd, hands scratching each other; they are drowned in some weird Trance; none of their streets to heaven are profound. As a kid, I thought they had something, but under the blessing of ignorance, to a nonsense they're bound. They have no vision, no direction to follow, blindly innocent, circling loud and round. I put the greatest of the blessings on trial, Love; why are your hands on many shoulders? Can't you stand on one ground.