To the left
To the right,
Eyes darting back and forth;
Should he run?
Run fool! Run!
The crowd chants
He waits
Quiet
Anxious
Eyes heavy with guilt,
Heart beating to a drum,
He stares now
Back at the blindness
Oh! What a fool!
The crowd chants
He takes a step
Trembling
Gasping;
He sees it
Feet frozen,
The crowd waits
He remains still
Feels its embrace
It seeps in
Inside him,
Eyes shut
Cold within;
Run fool! Run!
The crowd chants
