Old Sunglasses

I thought these sunglasses were cool and wore so well But if you look closely one can see they have a dark story to tell A story of lies, deception, disrespect, and co-dependency The artificial comfort of having them and the sick complacency You know, I thought everything was cool But now I see I was just the fool Grabbing these old dusty things was a habit that had become a part of me Each morning and every night it was me and good ole 'dusty' Scratched up, old, dusty, and falling off my face Didn't even fit, and I thought I saw roses in them, now, what a disgrace Well, that was then and this is now For a moment, I could just sit and ponder, how? But I'm quickly reminded of an edifying light which is cool Seeing things with the first then two 'cause I'm nobody's fool Yes! My third is my first, and it is open wide Now with the first, I can see all that was hidden and all that the 'sunglasses' tried to hide