When I Take My Glasses Off
The last thing I do before I get into bed…is remove my glasses from my head.
When young my thinking was innocent…my emotions raw…I assumed everyone saw the world I saw.
I was never annoyed…I didn’t worry….I imagined everyone’s world turned just as blurry.
I thought every star faded from everyone’s view…I thought everyone’s world turned foggy too.
Being young at heart I theorized…at night the worlds colors harmonized.
As I prayed the lord my soul to keep…I assumed this was how the world did sleep.
Looking back now I have to scoff…at my first thought with my glasses off.
How naive and innocent could I be…to think everyone saw the world like me!
Now that I’m older I know this to be true…that there are many visions…many points of view.
Still every night as I get ready for bed…when I remove my glasses from my head.
as the colors of people, their shapes and their size…all blend together…all harmonize…
with my glasses off I must proclaim……how, to me, everybody looks the same…
So with may glasses off it makes me think…the world looks so much more in sync.
It’s a nice feeling when the day is done…to see how the world blends together as one…
And it leads me to wonder what kind world this would be…if everyone saw the way I see.
Would we all rejoice…or we scoff…if just for a moment…we took our glasses off.
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