See through my eyes to
this dark and washed out world.
The greying landscaped cities,
The lushious fauna, drab and dulling.
Listen ever still to the sounds and
try picture its awe and beauty.
Yet trapped within these eyes all
that I can ever see
is your washed out world.
A defect, a mutation, a
wonderfully tragic mistake.
Left me curious to create in a mind,
of the beauty it could possibly be.
Hanging on to find that truth
in the images you paint for me.
So I thank you for accepting,
for being my vision of beauty.
So I thank you for listening,
and being ever patient.
