Sightless

Imagine, strange a world it would be,
Were, eyes, there not, nothing there to see!
Appearances, i believe, would no longer matter,
Important it would be, what's curved, what's flatter.
Mornings would be, when the birds begin to sing,
Night it would be, when the cold begins to sting.
Faces would no longer, maintain a facade,
Life would be simpler, devoid of charade.
Touch would not be, so personal a feeling,
Instrument it would become, for day to day dealing.
Nature would not be something to write about,
Unless its the chirps, or the sounds out loud.
Senses would heighten, of hear and of feel,
Though no image there'd be, before man to kneel.
Maybe then would we judge, people by their sound,
Or by the shape of their faces, angular or round.

Then too, I wonder, would we learn,
To get past appearances, and begin to turn
Our notions and prejudices, to be based upon thoughts
And hearts, that our senses today, so easily block?
Reach would we then, to what's inside?
Today which we can't, for what's outside.
Important it is, what face we present,
And form the basis, of likes and resent.
Man's sights do dim, his depth of perception,
Making him too vulnerable to deception.

Or would it just turn to be, as it is today,
"Do I look pretty?" equals "Do I sound gay?"