Blind Man's Qwest

Blind man, Blind man
Where are you heading?
I’m heading into the sunset
Thru a path of thorns and some clearing

Blind man, Blind man
What are you searching?
I’m searching for the fruit
That bears joy for all fearing

Blind man, Blind man
How far will you go?
I’ll move till the feet allow
I’ll move till the spirits forego

Blind man, Blind man
Has the fruit been found?
I’ve sought a thing and the spirits agree
It is sweet, though there’s no mirth around

Blind man, Blind man
That seems a fake you’re holding
The fruit is sweet and the spirit is dead
Too weary am I, for joy a damn I care

Cos all in all, I’m just a Blind man!!