Blinded by the light
when you don't know
and you can't deny
I don't know
where I am going
I can't feel my steeps
but there is a torch burning
and the light leads me forward
I can feel that I am mowing
but my steeps are blind
and time passing by
to a new ERA
forward
I am walking . . .
walking in trance
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2007-02-08 at 21:25



