Poetry

Can we really see all that is before us,
Or just a blurry image of possible lies?
Can we feel what we want,
Or is our judgment too unclear?
Can we taste, hear, sense what is right there,
or is the devils mark obscuring our view?
We allow others to hide our sight slightly
Not seeing what we want
But what the world wants us to assume
Can we rid our self of these blind folds?
Can we as humans freely think?
No, it’s not possible
We all look at life through stained glass
A blurry image that only shows us little
A glass so fragile yet can cause us to doubt
Not all know how to look past it
And not all of us want out
To break the glass is to show the truth
A harsh reality one cannot handle
So many will stay not wanting to see past
This is our pelage looking at life through stained glass