GlassesA Poem by kjsa.When I see through my fake eyes there is only focused lies the image is sharp yet so unreal.
I enjoy the view amazing is what it is but artificial, so uncomfortable, it is not worth it
When I take off my two glass windows the unfocused reality we live in is revealed I can't see where I stand or what I do but I enjoy the blur.
eyes are once again become my own I feel natural and free
like this I am happy but they tell me I am broken
so I put back the pair of windows and now I am stuck between freedom or sustainability © 2011 kjsa |
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