Many of us are trapped

And we don’t know it

We’re unable to realize

That our senses

Call the shots

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Imagine if you’re blind

What will your world be?

Only vague imaginations

Of reality

Even if you’re not

That’s also the case

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If you are blind

And deaf

You’ll know even less

Now you’ll have to depend

On your taste

For insight

To try to be right

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If your taste goes

That leaves

You with a nose

To smell

And your tender touch

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All these senses

Impact reality

Directly or indirectly

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They imprison us 

To perceive a world

According to their dictates

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In other words

We’re held prisoners

By our senses

With no place to turn

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We can’t break out

Of these iron cells

For they are sealed tight

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Cover of Senses (Kingfisher Young Knowledge)

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We might feel

That we’re free

But our intuiton

Knows otherwise

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