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      I'm blinded, cut off
i can't see the great scheme of things
      i recognise the signs
i just don't know where they're pointing
      i am lost, cut off
blinded, i can't see what i need to know
      i would ask you again
but i'm afraid of your frigid answer

© 1985 john r. chase

again, there must be a specific event tied to this poem. exactly what i can't say. yet i can say i do know it demonstrates my general sense of not understanding, and not being understood.