Define Me

Define Me? 

I could look from viewpoints three: 

First the one you offer to me, 

It’s the view you need to see.

Everyone’s eyes are colored differently

Each remembering me in a tainted way.

The tainted one, who can say? 

Am I defined on your display? 

No, I look blurry. 

Second is one of my opinion,

Based on things in my dominion.

Like the many dreams that become pinioned;

Or the love that slips into hate.

Is my road headed straight?

Or am I lost within fate?

I only feel over exposed. 

A third view is offered,

But it sounds quite absurd;

At first I no doubt claim it’s erred.

This view is an image photoshopped 

With imperfections freely swapped 

And beauty I can choose to adopt.

Daily to be sharpened. 

I’ll define Me

From the view one, two, or three…