Limits

 Is it sight that makes you blind or blindness that makes you see?

Is it speech that makes you dumb or dumbness that makes you speak?

Is it deafness that makes you hear everything you never heard before or noise that deafens your senses to everything around and more?

Do your hands tremble because of anger or do your angered fists clench shaking?

Do tears flow because of instances or situations of your own making?

Do hallowed words break loose from the mouth of unsettled tyrants or is it the whispered words of others that make tyrants so rampant?

Do angels sing their serene melodies to calm the despairing souls, or do lamenting matriarchs show their vocals encouraging angels to be bold?

Does a smile show the fine line between joy and melancholy or is it merely a placard of arrogant ignorance to the slightness of someone’s folly?

Are guns the mark of war or is war the maker of guns and is peace sought for the country or to show others what can be done? 

And how

See for now, these questions need not be answered, 

Need not be laid out and plastered over all four walls around you, need not be facebooked thousand hits, articles written and perceptions altered.

For these are rhetoric, these are ponderings, Derelict from methodical algorithms.

They are unanswerable for the masses, but entertained by oneself. The answer you provide.

For you are the blind man that can see through your eyes, if you would just use them and let your deaf ears hear your own rhythm, let your own speech provide the hymn let your wars be fought on all four fronts of sight, sound, touch and smell. And let your heart swell. Let your life be your guide, your perceptions be your mind and remove yourself from manipulation. 

For then and only then will your angels sing.