To view life from a pair of windows isn’t so bad,
though specks of dirt and dust may cover the panes you see through;
your outlook does not change.
The color red is still as brilliant as before, clearer even.
And the thing you notice most,
is the outline of things you thought you knew,
things you thought you had seen, but really hadn’t.
Is life like this, unclear until illumination?
And if so, is receiving clarity the same as receiving perspective,
or must if be earned through time?