Vegas & Grynder

For you see the world for what it is, while I see it
for what it could be.
One day I asked the blind man if he knew what colors were.
He said, well I've never seen them, but in my mind the color
yellow feels like the warm rays of sunshine.
The color green I imagine is what covers the soft carpet of grass
in an empty meadow.
The color red must be the screech of sirens and horns.
And I could have sworn that I felt the calm of blue in
the waters of the Atlantic.
You see my friend, he added, I may not have the gift of
sight, but I am thankful to be spared the blackness that engulfs the
world at night.
Although I cannot distinguish dark from light, I can still tell wrong from right.
I can hear hidden tones in music that most people cannot.
I can dream of beauty from just the scent of a rose.
I can feel the crisp droplets of rain on my skin,
and unlike others, I can actually see the wind.
For you see the world for what it is, while I see it
for what it could be.