vision is filtered . so everything we think . is a reflection
unable to see . through the ice-covered window . it becomes the view
a new idea relies on hope and vision more than anything
we’re easily fooled into believing our eyes see everything
what we need to see is often not the same as what we’re taught to see
modern horizons are only as far away as we have built them
we need to listen more to those with a vision less to those without
the city rolls past the windows, fogged, work to paint a dreamy landscape
before we conclude it’s a foggy day, check that it’s not the window
how we see the world is always influenced by what we’re looking through
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