He walks in a world of legend
With the confidence of a destination
And the course of a blind man,
Who, for all his stumbling,
Hears and senses things we will never see.
We have laughed at the blind man,
When he believed in the invisible,
Spoke to empty spaces,
And didn’t catch the exchanged looks,
The silently mouthed words.
Despite his confidence, we will never follow him.
For his confidence, he will never follow us.
When we turn back from the height of the mountain,
The blind man will continue to climb,
Believing that the very next step
Might be the one to bring him to the summit.