~Questions

Sporadically I wonder…

What does a blind man dream?

His eyes have never encountered anything vividly,

 So when he sleeps, what does he see?

Given the circumstances

It could be rude to ask.

But asking questions are healthy

So I might just take that chance.

In the night-time I ponder…

On the homeless and what they really fear.

Everything has been taken away from them

Except their knowledge and their tears.

When they sleep in dark alley ways and beg people for change,

I want to ask them, if they ever bumped into anyone they knew…

Would they feel ashamed?

Given the circumstances

I’d have to be bold to ask.

And since I’ve been bold before,

I might just take that chance.

It’s when I don’t ask questions that I truly become  afraid

 There is something about knowledge

no matter what the subject

that simply allures

Me.

By: Queen S. Ofori©

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