It started with opening my eyes and looking straight ahead.
eventually I turned said head to the left.
(this happens to be the direction my ***** know lives)
then I look to the right and my sense of direction begins.

I learn about forward and backward and the perception of depth.
I percieve things far away that i long for, gain understanding of inevitable death
With both eyes now open my world starts to scale out of hand,
I learn the earth is round.
I am not the only man roaming these lands there are many others like me
treading slowly, roaming with half eaten buffalo screaming "A gods utter profound."

i see the sun rise in the east.
I see the sun dive daily to its death in the west.
I hear the wind coming from the south and take a deap breath.
I scream, "bring it on *******!" head north and rest.


With one eye open I flick my finger to the death of perception.
goodbye and goodnight my dear sense of direction.

Deaf people are sparking a conversation
But how to deaf people communicate
They speak- without relation
To each-other's state.

So imagine how many "I love you's"
Where rather not unsaid
Because in a world it doesn't matter who
Followed, and who lead.

In a world where,
Ideas do not spread,
People take their time to move ahead,
No one has anything to dread...

I am very well aware that it is a place
Where everyone is mislead.
Thus nothing can replace,
The beauty of the said

But imagine how many "I love you's"
Where rather not unsaid
Because in a world it doesn't matter who
Followed, and who lead.