Sometimes I want to take my glasses off
And exist in a fuzzy, furry reality
Then I put them on again
And return to my world of counterfeit clarity
Sometimes I want to take my glasses off
And exist in a fuzzy, furry reality
Then I put them on again
And return to my world of counterfeit clarity
E x a c t l y ! ! ! I have this thought numerous times.
(of course then I became a traitor and got contacts and now I love them so dearly…)
I sometimes wear contacts, but their appeal wore of a little a couple of weeks ago, when I spent several frantic minutes trying to prise a contact lense from my eyelid only to discover that it had fallen out some time earlier and was lying on the ground.
Yikes. They take some getting used to, and they can have terrible mishaps such as that. It’s important to have a pair of glasses around just in case.
That’s a poem alright. Super stuff. Wowo-wee-waw!