~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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