Who turned the dial on the wall
of the world and turned the bright
and happy person in the mirror
into a dim and fuzzy figure?

Who turned the dial on the wall
of the world and created a haze
around the things that usually
beget joy and enthusiasm.

Who turned the dial on the wall
of the world and morphed the
noontime sunshine into a
perpetual twilight?

Did they turn the dial on the wall
of the world, or did they only
dim the light over the dining room
table in my own mind?

Maybe it's just me.