They are searching...
       Searching...
            Searching...
                Searching dreams in a country of the blind.

They make illusions...
        illusions...
           illusions…

              illusions that make their sight.

They invented silence...
       Silence...
            Silence...
               Silence that fissures eardrums…

They colored their vision with blindness.
     Now, they search colors, dreams and silence.

They're lost in a jungle of brick and concrete.
     They lost their way back to their homes.
Homes that lost plaster and bricks,
      homes that have mirror walls.          Mirrors that obey their reflections…

They have traversed distances
     between the predators and prey.
They earned their freedom
    and pacified their pain making cemeteries.

They are searching…         Searching blindness in a country of the blind.