The Blind Self

Now that the lights have faded away,
Can I open my-self to blindness
So that I open my eyes
And see not a thing?

Can I leave myself out of all these ordeal,
And rest like a little bird on the river-shore?
Does it make sense to run,
Knowing very well there is no end...

There is no end to the rising,
Till I fall on my face,
Till I raise my head and watch the disgrace
Do I still want to rise and fall in the end?

So I ask you again,
Now that the lights have faded away,
Can I open my blind self
And see not a thing?