Two different men
are making their way
to their workplaces
One saunters down the street
taking time to
breathe in
his surroundings
the sun stretches its
comforting arms
over a backdrop of a
shockingly
blue sky
each smile is met by
one of his own
meanwhile
the other man
drags his feet down the rough gravel
the atmosphere dismal
bleak, dreary, dim
As a single rain drop hits the top of his head
a horrid look of disdain becomes frozen on his face
As he pushes through the fog
with other men
walking
their doleful expressions
leave a sour taste in his mouth
nevertheless
the two men are
walking down the
same street
Although one may be peering through
rose-tinted glass
and the other through clear
each view is just as
real
as the next
because
reality
is nothing but
a state of
mind