The future we see through broken and twisted spectacles
There is not sure sight to know the path
We trip along, hoping to grasp a rail
When in fact, none is to be had
Not with our hands, at least
Only our hearts can lead
For our hearts see what 
Eyes cannot see
Feel what hands do not feel
Touch what bone cannot touch
Deeper is marrow than that of bone
The core of one life is beyond imagining
When hearts reach out to search the blindness
Our hearts can go to places our bodies are unwilling
In the heart lies the soul of a man and desire to love is there

Just a quick poem I wrote for a friend…kinda-sorta.

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