The Luckiest Man I've Seen

A blind man walks
Down the street
With a smile on his face
His freedom
So sweet
I've seen countless people
Searching for something
Desperately
Trying to figure it out
Grabbing, pushing, walking over
Everything
To fill themselves with something
I've seen others
Running from, hiding, and ignoring
Their reality
I've seen many more
Suffocating, withering, hurting
From the choices that they make
I've seen countless people
doing countless things
But this man
Who is walking down the street
With his freedom
and happiness
Has no care or concern
For the cars that pass him by
He just smiles and presses on
As they all swerve and stop
He never flinches
Just keeps moving
Forward
That man with his freedom
Whose sight failed years ago
Is the luckiest man
I've ever seen