Did you ever imagine that you could go blind
and the world could become so distorted
that you wouldn't even recognize yourself in a mirror?

What if the walls suddenly started to bend,
straight highways changed into winding roads
and you were lost somewher in the gray.

Would you thank God for letting you keep what you have
or curse him for taking away what you had?

If you lost your ability to clip your fingernails
or use scissors to cut a straight line,
would you give up and cry?

How would you feel if writing poetry became a difficult task,
not because you lacked the inspiration,
but because it was just too hard to focus?

Could you think about those less fortunate
when you had to close your eyes to type,
so you wouldn't get a headache?

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