As you gaze upon the world,
how is the view? During your
strolls, what is it like see
what others cannot conceive?
When others utter words, do
your eyes focus in solely
on the subtext? Where senses
sense trite, do you see brilliance?
Do you notice dragons where
birds abound? Do you notice
masterpieces where others
identify waste? And when
the day ends, and you
look to your lids, what
images dance there?
I hunger to know what is it like for you
to see past what others can. Does
it alienate or enhance the plight?
Please, may I borrow your sight,
to view as you do, and to see if you
can see what I see when I look at you.
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