Darkness surrounds me like the ghost of the past

Sounds appear but they dont last

Touch is tantalyzing, but terribly fast

This is the life upon which I have been cast

Black like the bottom of the sea

Cloudy and thick

I move the stick to look with sound and touch

Keeping on through the night I must

Science has yet to help me

Evolution has forgotten me in the hill of summer

Noise is my eyes

And I thirst for the taste of the light

I will press on through the night

Until I arrive at the tunnel of light