Coming into the light

I was a blind man, just a blind man,
I had never seen darkness,
I had never seen brightness,
I had never seen happiness,
My life was colorless.

Staggering along desolate lands,
I had covered myself with a ragged truth.
Abstruse to everyone abstained from the crowd,
I laid speechless, still and silent.

I had heard songs of joy,
Experienced delusions of the other side.
Tales from land afar,
Locked up and buried deep inside.

I knew not what I drank,
Just remember it quenching my inner thirst.
I had never seen what I ate,
A piece of it would end my gluttony.

Then struck the flickering light,
With an everlasting incandescence.
Freed my soul from my body,
A torrent of freedom forever.

Turned back to catch a last glimpse,
At my dead body that lie deranged.
And there was I a helpless thing,
With a cup in my hand,
Which had drops of blood in it?
The drink which I had so long thrived on!!
On the other hand a morsel of flesh,
The food which I had so long lived on!!

Series of thoughts for love and compassion,
For the lord, the almighty one.
Had carried me through my thirsty times,
With his piece of flesh and his drop of blood,
Ending up my starving hours.

I was a blind man, just a blind man,
I have now seen brightness,
I have now seen happiness,
My soul bears the joy and bliss,
I submit myself to thy warm embrace...

-Always Neo.