Blind Life

The eyes open, when the mind is closed,
Constantly cut off from the world.
Struggle to live, with the concept of death,
Don't leave anything behind.
The time keeps moving on, constantly forward,
No stopping it, nothing goes back.
Everything is scattered, in this land.
Sky's wind shoots up, in the air,
Blowing down everything that's there.
Tongues with words, that fly off,
No filters, nothing to end the free thinkers thoughts.

Minds constantly racing, new ideas formed,
Adventures, so plenty, nothing is mourned.
All of it, ends, in the blink of an eye,
All because, of one, special, guy.