Jaundiced Eyes
It seems as though I see life differently;
living in a world of my own;
I don’t see the reality that others see;
my thoughts have another home.
At this moment, I am of a similar nature;
tho my consciousness is drifting;
my reality, defined by a new nomenclature;
as this kingdom’s sands are shifting.
In some ways, I’m no different at all;
embody the same physical being;
but, thoughts now lack the wherewithal;
my mind distorts what I’m seeing.
At times, it appears so normal to me;
but the soul has its own replies;
nothing is, at all, what it appears to be;
looking through jaundiced eyes.
My physical eyes are not to blame;
nothing about them has changed;
reality’s illusion; will never be the same;
life’s subtlety has been rearranged.
All those around me, think that I’m old;
but, age is simply the body’s role;
wisdom makes young; those who are bold;
responding to the growth of the soul.
Most go thru life, with rose colored glasses;
viewing what it’s intended they see;
in the fullness of time; the illusion passes;
and all will embrace their destiny.
Monty 2/3/23. # 1,440