Three Blind Mice

Bitterly, blindly.. we muddle through..
day and night with hardly a clue.

Priding ourselves on knowing about this or that,
and of many others, as a matter of fact.

But do we see, outside what we know.
For that matter, see what we know, or is it show?

I could spell a hundred words,
without knowing their meaning…

It'd feel empty like a life of only breathing.
Emptiness is something we don't need more of..

Loneliness kills.. because we all need love.

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