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Blinded but Free

Hands on my eyes,
I walked through the tunnel
That fate willed should impose itself
On the bandanna-laced lady.
Pitch black was the tunnel but no embers
Could the cloth that filmed my eyes give way to
Even when the Sun smoldered in all fierceness.
I was blinded but free.
For options I had few, amounting to none,
Walking straight ahead, unwavering, stolid,
I'd put all my stakes on that one.
And poured in it all trust and hope,
That warmth which the friction of the greatest
Ambitions, hopes, dreams, fancies, fantasies,
Only could kindle in the absence of luxury,
In  confrontation with a waft of all the tribulations
That life could hand out; but I was faced with none,
Just with a gripping uncertainty that fettered all doubts,
Because it heralded the most colossal trepidation..
I was blinded but free.
Free from pangs of hesitation, tremors of fear,
Blinded by the power of belief,
Because I knew, that the tunnel was corked
From the light by my apprehensions.
So I walked through the tunnel, and it might even
Be singing sunshine around me, but I wouldn't know,
As long as I'm enveloped by that wicked bandanna,
I'll find the light, for I would have uncorked that cork,
By plunging into brightness without seeking the light,
And clouding it with eternal fear.
So wherever I am,
Be it in the coals of darkness or in the beams of light,
I am blinded but free.

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