Racing blind, counting every step

Heart leading, eyes without pinpoint

Unfolding a map

Desiring nothing on its own

Motive being freedom

From oblivious something

Crosshair in the dark of sight

Give way to grim

bright

Night

Unfold like dominoes

An effect too obvious

Following a map

Choices unclear

To the path of dawn

When night is day

Day is night

Devoid of sun