Perception found through rose colored glasses, Or seen solely in black and white, Wander amidst hues of light, dusky, gray With outlooks delightfully bright. When the dark side of life Cause one to reflect, Like a pebble in the pond of thought. A subtle change of focus Turns the known to the strange, Puzzling solutions are sought. Visions of hope once sharp and fine Callously touched by the hand of age, Birthed forth confusion, with a different take Smeared across a weather framed page. Impressions perceived can be but a game, As all of these pictures are one and the same.
