The Blind Left

I stood alone this morning

Across the street were fifteen to twenty young college students

Bags packed and faces shining

They were on their way for early classes

Faces of hope and determination with just days before the break

I stood on the other side of the street

My bag was empty and my face was plain; truly alone

They felt bonded together, pulled by a common thread

As one inched closer to the road as did the rest

They looked at me and felt united because I was alone

Traffic passed and the road became clear

And then I did something that shocked them

See I had been to class, I had seen what it entailed

I had walked already halfway past campus and was ready to be home

So I stepped into the street and walked towards the huddled mass

They shifted and stared eager to move with me into the street and on to their class

But they listened rather to a machine with a glowing red hand

Refusing to use the two eyes God gave them, they obeyed and remained

I passed the street safely and continued past the group

Not surprisingly their blind eyes barely noticed me

Their voices muddled and intertwined 

They don't know what lies ahead