Condition Taupe

    I wander down a track road

        On my left two perfect horses feed on hay

            a chestnut and a gray

    I can but see through the right side of my face

        my nose in close view

            at distance to my right a lake - albeit man made

                I can only sense its beauty on my blind side

    I wonder weakly whether or not I will ever escape

        the coma of life