That one can see himself

He can reason, even if behind a veil of uncertain possibilities

That one can see the seeming futility of his days, yet strives for more

He knows that more exists beyond and resides within

 

That one can see a friend

He can barter with, even beneath a blanket of dumbing making the deal

That one can feel the local emptiness of a temporary touch, yet reaches for more

He knows that a greeting is waiting at the apex and stands inside

 

That one you make

He was made

Blind eyes can surely see