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 a distant road like red and yellow fireflies

This 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 my window without my glasses on

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