Why must we see the world through irises?
For these rounded glass approximate the beauty of the world
And we see not the truth
But our truth.
Why must we hear through our clouded thoughts?
For words which we hear, don't come in close
But through learning we hear and not listen
and fear and it deepens
And memories add to the present a pretty little filter
Why must we feel?
For we smile through thickened creases
Chaffed lips hide a heavy heart
Light is the load
But heavy is what I hear
Bogged down are the number of colours in the box
And my trembling hand
Why must we understand
Before loving,
and understand,
before wisdom?
