Colored glasses

He knew what was wrong but could not be corrected

He looked at the mirror and hated what it reflected

Images no longer compelling

A stranger in the same old setting

He wanted to die just to start again

Then he slept and woke up a different man

Glasses with no prescription

Changed his perception

His eyes fooled him you see

They kept him from being free

All he needed were colored glasses made by his daughter

Saying happy new year to the best father

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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee

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