February 25, 2009
I wake up, look into the mirror and see only a fuzzy reflection.
Rub my eyes to seek clarity but still find everything to be blurry.
Looking through my glasses, I see this crystal clear world in front of me.
But among the clear sights, I see the terrifying things ahead of me.
War, poverty, segregation. Filled with hate, the world is corrupt and cruel.

People suffering on the streets, not knowing what love is.
Through my glasses I see the real world for how it truly is.
It's not how it seemed to be: fuzzy, soft, and kind.
I turn away, hoping to return. Wishing not to know the truth.
I shake off my glasses, and return to my supernal placebo.

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