The Blinds are Drawn Shut
Like blinds drawn with haste
to shun injustice's ghost;
for its wrath they dare not taste
-as now their eyes are forced closed.
And befriended by the disquise
they barely noticed his hand descend
and draw the blinds of his guise
which only hope or God can mend.
And what is reality anyway
but a perception of the mind
and how often does the mind stray
to some new dream we can find.
And what of a man of change
who can make all our thoughts derange.