blind man

I am just a blind man

Who cannot see your skin

Today we might be different

Tonight we are akin

I am just a deaf man

Who hears not what you say

Tomorrow we might be different

We are the same today

I am just a mute man

Who speaks now not his mind

Although I might be silent

I am neither deaf, dumb, nor blind

I see without vision

I hear without sound

And the words of sweet derision

On my lips cannot be found