I’m lucky, I cannot see

Darkness all around seems to be
Aloof I lie, in my own misery!

The dark sunglasses over my eyes
I can't see, for no place I have to hide!

These countless penny scattered around!
No good to me for no shop i found!

What does it matter?
Who laugh or who cries!
What's good to me
who born or who dies!

Ok! I am blind, I cannot see
I am for to beg to u, with my bended knee!

But, what good have u done with your sight
and what color you have chosen to make world bright!

What good u have, and what bad I miss
when you too just stare, and no sight for bliss!

Sometime, I think i am lucky! for though I cannot see.
I can still imagine my world as I wish it to be.