Tired Eyes

through these lenses I cannot
see the world as I am far sighted;
through these lenses, I see
in blocks of time and space,
chunks of information, lined up
waiting to be transcribed;
through these lenses, I see
the ugliness of your beauty and
the alluring qualities of a shape,
bringing many to your bed;
through these lenses, I see
the hate of the world and the
contradictions of the wealthy who
employ cleverness to control
rather appearing softhearted;
through these lenses, tired eyes
no longer see the need to complain.

4Aug13