Blind...

I'm watching all that happens,
all the things,
behind my eyes,
projected like a dream.

I see you walking the day.
I wonder what you're doing out so late.
When the lights are too bright you can't see.

I kiss the air,
knowing everyday since I was born its given me life,
though never asks for nothing in return.

I kiss the night.
Alone, I am.
The only one up,
writing, living, seeking
meaning.

You all fit into life so well,
fall right into it
into the rhythm, the sickening step, without your heart even skipping a beat.