Playing games to satisfy <br />Some deep inner fear, <br />Wondering why we cry, <br />And why are we all here? <br /> <br />I asked the blind man <br />On the corner, 'What do you see? ' <br />And he answered only once, <br />'Just every single need.' <br /> <br />And if no one understands, there's pain, <br />To prove that it's all real. <br />And every time I see your face, <br />I scream, and laugh, and feel. <br /> <br />Copyright 1992 Sandra Osborne<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/playing-games/
