When one’s world starts to lose its clarity,
Corrective lenses often are assigned
So one perceives the world in verity,
Each leaf and pixel perfectly defined.
Alas, there are no spectacles for minds,
Nor any remedy for wayward thoughts
Through medication some their focus find,
And meditation can be learned and taught.
But when one chooses to remove the specs,
The world is filled with wonders, every light
Becomes a geometric form complex,
Like dandelions at seed in colors bright.
Distorted vision sometimes helps one see
The things that are as they’re supposed to be.