Prism Spectacles

The dispersion of light,

As it falls through a prism.

Presents a paradigm of colors,

That I didn’t notice were missing.

Now I chuckle when I’m meeting,

Those who say seeing is believing.

Cause I am damned if I believe,

That my eyes can not fool me.

Exploring the nuances of my vision,

Allowed me to escape crafted mental prisons.

Because to sense what’s wrong and what’s right,

I need to learn that nothing is black and white.

With my desire to win big and be smart,

I know that I’ll still need to lead with my heart.

So that one day I’ll pass on what you can not see;

The virtues and morals of a person I’d like to be.