Blind

I walk with eyes closed
I fear that I will see you
And if I see you
I fear that I will love you
And if I love you
I fear that I will strive
And I will fall short

What to do then
If, whilst running blind,
I fall into an abyss?

Will your hand be there
To pull me out?

Or will I plunge, as I have done time and time again
Into this cold place
That I cannot keep from

Longing