I wear spectacles,
as my vision is broken.
I ride the wanderous trails,
until I am out of tokens.
Each cell of my body excites,
as my senses are tickled.
Life's majestic frights and delights,
of magical visuals and sounds of purity.
As I lay of the bed of decay,
I see the trees their skin and long limbs,
as they stretch and protect the creatures that frolic and play.