Blind
If I were a brook,
I'd be the one that took,
The tumble down the rock,
To be one among another
If I were a tree,
I'd have broken free,
From the shadow of the forest,
To be with certainty
If I were a mole,
I'd have dug the hole,
That fought the rock and earth,
Until there was no more
But then,
I am inclined,
To wait for imminent doom
And keep the blindfold on,
In a dark room
