The World Without Glasses

Without my glasses on, the world immediately becomes less familiar
The warts are hidden, the world’s minor flaws can’t be seen
In the evenings, every light in every building twinkles in the haze
Cars flit by on the distant road like red and yellow fireflies
The manmade river in this manicured city glitters pretentiously
People dart around, it seems everyone has plans and places to go
Except for me, staring out of my window without my glasses on

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