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A Blind Man's Curse.

Contributed by ham323 on Sunday, 4th March 2007 @ 07:47:43 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

I notice that when I look around,
At the park, the mall, at school, at the store, where ever.
There are people just standing.
Okay, so you're like well no duh.
But, they don't seem to be going anywhere.
And the more I notice, the more I see.
They just stand there, lifeless.. watching everyone else move on.
The faces of the ones who stand are indifferent.
Like the woman who holds the door for everyone to walk in.
Watching people passy by her, unmoving.
Or the old lady in the wheel chair at walmart.
Sitting there watching everyone rush by.
With out even so much as a glance or a nod her way.
And the old bum on the corner holding the sign.
He's just watching the cars drive by.
And isn't it ironic that he would be blind.
Hm, even a blind man is forced to watch.
The feet of a blind man are stuck in cement.
To weigh him down, for he is an empty carcass, soulless.
They stand because they are stuck.
Stuck where they stopped moving on with life.
Now I warn you more times than not.
When you stand, it is in drying cement.
So why dont you move before you sink too far, and it is too late?
For there isn't a drill big enough to free you from the curse of a blind man.
Forever stuck, in the dark.
So, don't stand for too long.
But you know, that is your choice.
And if you decide it's time to move on.
You might want to stretch first.

Copyright © ham323 ... [ 2007-03-04 19:47:43]
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Re: A Blind Man's Curse. (User Rating: 1 )
by Whisper on Thursday, 8th March 2007 @ 01:08:18 AM AEST
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Good write this Thought provoking .

Whisper

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