I look deeply into the shadow
That veils him from his
Obsession to obscure
Through metaphor
His vision is twenty twenty
His pupils speak in braille
He gives me a silhouette
I give him blank paper
The pen will find
Its way home.
I look deeply into the shadow
That veils him from his
Obsession to obscure
Through metaphor
His vision is twenty twenty
His pupils speak in braille
He gives me a silhouette
I give him blank paper
The pen will find
Its way home.
Awesome!