￼ In neon highlights A singular beauty found More than just a glass
“The view’s spectacular.” “You’ve got your eyes shut.” “Doesn’t mean I can’t see.” “You keep telling yourself that.” “Well, what can you see?” “Some kids fiddling about near our car, the supermarket, and Mrs. Brown’s stupid, fat cat. I think it’s killed a sparrow.” “I can see everything.” “You win.”
“Ballerinas dancing on the waves.” “It’s froth.” “To you, not to me.” “It’s too wet, too big and I hate it.” “If a mermaid rode the waves, what then?” “That might change things.” “In that case, dear, watch the ballerinas dance because that’s where they come from.” “Where?” “Our imaginations.”
Perspective shifted Twisted, uplifted, As buildings close in Claustrophobia begins. Yet the space is extreme, Perhaps, it’s all a dream, As the nightmares appear In this world so austere.
Beads of water upon a single blade of grass Diamonds upon an emerald rapier It is all a question of perspective A question of unlimited imagination Over the accumulation of gain Only you will know which it takes To make your heart feel content