life seems appealing
when you're seeing
through a blurry window pane.

distorts the scene
and makes it seem
nothing, if not, serene.

truths are hiding.
your time you are biding,
waiting to see what happens next.

slipping through the cracks in the glass,
disguising everyone's personal attacks
until suddenly, you're back.

sight is clear
and it does reveal
exactly how you feel

lies it does not know
the pictures are crystal clear
you are supposed to be here.