Window at the World

Some look through a window at the world

Seeing the way the world wants us to see

Fingerprints smudge the clear glass

Stains cover the truth, our eyes, and guide our lies

First born with a clean slate, our glasses fog

Smog seeps into our view, gets clogged

We become waterlogged - if we wanted we could see

Cause we believe whatever makes us happy to believe

Waterlogged, we seep into the sea of our distress

What a mess, the multitudes of the human race

Saturate the sea; we face a place that’s self-destructive

To be, with no space to change grow or see

Through the foggy glass. It’s a reflection staring back, 

Eyes that reflect the world back to me. Glassy eyes, 

replace our innocence, in a sense, and we do it by choice:

not to face the hypocrisy in our voice.

Innocence, that’s what we lose at our birth

In a sense, we choose to drift from our hearth, 

And don’t regret leaving the comfortable earth

As self-worth becomes the apple of our eye

And we try to fly with the wings the world handed us

Trust that we must give up our individuality

Actuality, ‘til the blindness won’t blink away, we lose reality

Because we strayed and didn’t stay from the innocence we once mislaid

Individuality, love, actuality, punctuality

Hate, fear, trust, what is reality?

Ability? To gain success and fake humility?

Inaudibly, the truth chokes on the words that breed hostility.

So please tell me, how we can happily hand off our key

So easily, as though this is all our life should be?

When truthfully we should be acting peacefully, which means that we

Should stop and try to see how we have lost our visibility.