In case you’re interested, here it is. I couldn’t figure out how to make the formatting more pleasing to my eye, but c’est la vie.
Not Quite So Blind
I looked up to the twilight,
And I discovered that my heart knew poetry.
My lips know kisses
And my eyes know love.
And amidst all this cement and cold I live in,
You can feel out the rhythm
The pulse of breathing, meaningful people so vibrantly alive,
And I don’t live in a routine
It’s just what someone wants me to think.
I can still breathe the most virtuous of air,
I look up in this twilight and there’s no roof over my head,
No white lights criticizing my skin,
I’ve got my list and a bag by my side,
But none of it’s mine if I give it away.
Even the trees can bend sideways,
I’m still perfectly free,
And my heart still skips a beat,
When I look up to the twilight.