Sands of absence winds up into my eyes
My pupil run into the classroom of my eyes,
As my hands nonchalantly stagger by my body,
To scratch my eyes and free my pupil,
But i couldn't,
Now, I'm blinded for no fault of mine.
The rains tear down from the sky,
I felt it pat the roofy eyelids
With its genial water,
Sluggishly opening up the world to me again,
Rains of presence have flooded my eyes,
Now i see, for no fault of mine.