I would look for you, were I not so blind!
I’d see something different if I could open my eyes;
Yet neither do you hear or see—
Anything far more than me!

I’d search for you, did I know where to look!
I’d try to find this thing you took;
I’d quest for this thing—unreachable—
I’d look for things unseeable!

I’d fall were I not so afraid to look down!
I’d choke were I not so afraid to drown;
I’d breathe were I not so afraid of the air—
I’d cry if I were not so scared!

Chantrea Johari
17 October 2005