My glasses sit on the tip of my nose
I can’t tell they’re there but my eyes see through them

Sometimes they are colored rose
and the world looks great
Sometimes they are filled with smoke
and all around is bleak

My glasses sit on the tip of my nose
but because I can’t see them
I’m not sure which colors it is I see through

Sometimes I color my glasses myself
my ideas my thoughts my needs
Sometimes they color themselves
my genes my past
Sometimes my feelings
color with pieces of all

My glasses sit on the tip of my nose
sometimes I wonder what I’d see without them