White Cane Am I right, I wonder, when all I see Are reflections from the past... Have I guessed correct the destiny In which my life is cast? Is hope I see before my life A vision really true? Or is it yet another knife To cut my dreams in two? I cannot say what I cannot guess: My thoughts have walked the plank. I may scream out in distress, Or may the past now thank... So once again I move forth blind, White cane to lead my steps... I Pray the path I tread be kind As I creep into the depths.