Through my glasses,
I see the fine details,
The perfections,
And imperfections.

Through my glasses,
I see life,
And death,
And everything in between.

Without my glasses,
Things are a blur,
A fantasy,
A reality,
A separate world.

Without my glasses,
I look beautiful,
Everything does.

Sometimes when you need to see the most,
Things need to become hazy,
To see crystal clear.