A face of a child
Round like the setting moon
With squinted eyes that cower from day and
Large, soft pink cheeks.

Body still awkward from sleep
Hair hung like heavy vines
Big pupils -- remembering a lost dream --
Heavy lashes

He's encouraged to dream
To imagine a world
A place where all is his doing and the
Law is soft.

Praise imagination
Paint in unreal colors
And draw things only you can think of
A world for him

His Glasses fade colors
And turn blends into shapes
They no longer want imagination
But clarity

Glasses were forced on him
Without a choice or want
They tunnel the world and shape his ideas
They are not his.

I want to show to him
A world without Glasses
It's all he knows, and he can not see like me,
Without Glasses.