Blind

Blindfolded, I move through a world that feels staged,
as if something greater is mocking us,
pulling strings,
keeping us from truths too raw to hold.

Who are we?
What is this place we call life?
Questions echo inside us,
answers never arrive
or maybe they’re just hidden too well.

We're trapped in a system built to look like freedom,
walking in the same direction,
thinking we've broken out,
when in fact we're just in a bigger box.

Maybe the truth is too beautiful,
or too terrifying to be revealed.
Maybe that's why it stays buried.

We're living in hollow spaces,
surrounded by hollow minds,
searching for meaning in reflections
that never show the full picture.

And still, we go on.
Blind as ever,
hoping one day,
something will finally make sense.