Even without eyes the world can still be beautiful.

I am but a carcass picked clean from all these vultures, My bones signify the body I once possessed,

All my hopes rest on being grounded down so the grit and dust that remains can become free on the wind,

Throughout all this I wait watching the sky turn Orange with every sunrise and sunset,

My silhouette embraces the encounter with the arid harshness creating shade to comfort those creatures that flourish in the darkness around me,

but my purpose has become obsolete,

the time will come when freedom will become my virtue

but untill that day i wait and watch the world slowly pass me by…