It suddenly daunted me
Maybe not all men see
And all this time, I thought they saw what I saw, understood what I did,
and I am a mere simpleton, not complicated, subtle in my ways.
But slow yourself, subtlety is not detached from conviction.
Conviction is not arrogance,
Surety is not deafness,
It seems their blindness has metastasised to their hearts.
Their eyes work fine,
But their hearts remain blind.
The vision I speak of,
Is of this kind,
Not eyes attached to your mind,
The one inside your chest, you find,
Pumps vision to every cell in you.