This is my world, this is my world.
All men and women wear eyeglasses.
All truths we are tasked to seek on dusted glasses
Of windowpanes behind the windowpanes.
Ah, we see clearer, said the top, we see better
If things are viewed on top, by top, the top
Refuses to see, they refuse the refuse.
Screen them, screen that. They will not see
Them, believe us, trust our hindsight, we have foresight
Bring us the microscope, that magnifying glass.
This is our world, you’re living in our world.
Wear that eyeglasses, we customized them for you.
I enter the room, it's quite cold.
I cover my ears, new mates are so noisy.
I am alone, I have no friends.
I am a shy type kind of girl,
opposite from what you are.
You are so loud that I can't bare with it.
I introduce myself,
I play violin and I just got my new eyeglasses.
Is that even a thing that I've mentioned it?
Well, it is.
Your friends shouted that you have a new crush.
She plays the same instrument as I am.
She has eyeglasses as I am.
Is it a hint?
I still don't believe.
My eyesight is weak without eyeglasses...
It further deteriorated after an accident..
The accident failed to affect a part of me.
The part of mine is something awesome.
In the brain it is placed as an intangible..
My vision is the thing which improved...
Thick skin, big body and sharp teeth, they slay
These greedy animals hunt for their prey
Their goal is to get all what they want
In the darkness of the night they usually hunt
Crocodiles and snakes, they attack like storms
How big are those reptiles as compared to the worms?
Now modern predators are in tuxedo’s and suits
With shiny eyeglasses or well-polished boots
These greedy creatures scattered in this world
They always make the biggest stories ever told…
i have one foot in the grave
the other in an abandoned bathtub
i light a cigarette and
stare into the void
buddy holly is rolling lumpy black cigarettes
over the sound of grown men crying
five bunnies crawl out of his eyeglasses and
maggots are anchored to his chin
you cannot disturb the gypsy bathing
in her own river of tears
you cannot break the silent wonder
i have one arm in a sling
the other in a windmill
doesn't cure blues
it starts them
indie music in the rain
indie music standing in trains
indie music for the deranged
indie music for the off-genre-ed
indie music for the off-centered
indie music for mis-fits
that aren't actually
indie music for the masses
indie music with glassless
indie music for the misunderstood
or maybe that's all music...
eyeglasses nestled in the fluffy snow
frosted, with a single crack
bouncing winter sun off my tarnished window
a glint of hidden history from below
it sent me on a journey way, way back
a memory of reflected light
off a tree lined lake where i swam as a child
all day until the moon gave birth to night
and the sky was black with pinholes of white
a remembrance long ago filed
delivered back to me by a frozen emissary
whose lenses are no longer fit for eyes
whose rounded frames are a bit ordinary
but found one final way to be visionary
as a door unlocked by a cold, powdery sunrise
The people i love the most are those who's definition of beautiful is opposite from the society's and does not care
One who calls people beautiful despite wearing eyeglasses, being small, having short hair, being dark skinned and being ugly.
You, who call me beautiful despite the absence of physical beauty.