Blind what may seem

blind what may seem to you
for me its somewhat quite new
true it may seem to be
different to you than it is to me

the wind speaks a dance
by chance the words spin
within there is a calm
while outside there is a scream

I talk like a chalk
screeching on a slate
late for a thing
or a point of view

singing songs about fate
for me its somewhat new
these eyes already knew
what lies beyond this state

the lights keep flickering
sparkling fire flies in streams
symbols giving speeches
preaching white satin dreams

prying around the sounds
of shattering misty treats
reading poems off the ground
sipping cups full of feats!