It was a truly dull day
A day with rainclouds covering the brain
And the smoke and fog covering the rest
Only held up by the spitting chimneys
On the horizon of his mind.
The low skies trying to press down
The actions of life itself and determined
Not to let escape a single life from the sewers
Of his mind, the labyrinth of his thoughts
Becoming a maelstrom of clouds
And he watched from his window without seeing
Because there was nothing to see,
And nothing that wanted to be seen or even
Nothing worth to be seen under the steady
Lowering horizons of his mind.
The one with one eye, King of the Blind
Blind to the beauty of the world
He could not see from his window
Covered with the dirt of the city
The garbage of the society.
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