I see three dimensions.
You see only two.
I see all colors of the rainbow.
You see only blue.

I see the heart behind a deed.
You see only a deed.
I see the flower on a nettle.
You see just a weed.

I see the glow around a light.
You see only light.
I see magic in the night time.
You see only night.

I see love in an old man’s eyes.
You see just old age.
I see pain behind the anger.
You see only rage.

As my vision keeps improving,
My horizon clears.
You see comfort and convenience.
I see, through my tears,

One small thing right by your side,
That I don’t want to see.
It’s been there way too long.
And that thing is — me!