***BLINDFOLD***

Pink, fluffy clouds Are hanging above me And I can only wonder When the storm is coming I have been blessed A thousand times over Yet, I'm not at ease... 'Til those blessings are squandered From feeling less-than By the age of six To the back of the class Dunce cap affixed Early age travesties Had stripped self worth I'll bury my resentments Deep in this earth What will TOMORROW bring? ANOTHER Godsend I refuse? The suspense is killing me I'd wished it were killing YOU! You've sheltered me from EVERYTHING STILL holding my hand Just determined to ignore... I'm an ungrateful man