We reach for our glasses
And find they’re not there.
In that moment
We see we’re aware.
___
So we trust in ourselves,
Though our vision is blurred.
It’s clear from within.
Our words have been slurred.
Egos. Titles. Pain.
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We reach for our glasses
And find they’re not there.
In that moment
We see we’re aware.
___
So we trust in ourselves,
Though our vision is blurred.
It’s clear from within.
Our words have been slurred.
NOT FOR RANT 