you see
the world through rose-colored glasses
squinting
into the twilight
an overcast of cosmos unknown
false interpretation of conceptualized pigments
i have yet to see the universe for myself
my lenses
resemble a 1920's film
or the eyes of a trusted canine
a variant of blacks, whites, and greys
desperate wonder for blinding, agonizing color
(how do
you see the world through rose-colored glasses)
where is
the sunshine in my black and white universe?
how do i find a rainbow?
is my outlook of reality distorted, is yours?
or are my contacts a defect in the system?
(why do
you see the world through rose-colored glasses)
some say
a rose tiny adds artificial optimism
to an unapologetic and cruel society
i call it
enviable
(you see
the world through rose colored glasses, but)
when i'm
looking at the world,
through my permanent monochrome glasses,
the deepest of blues is
really
just
black.
