Lenses, glasses.
Look through one pair:
Only to pull them off
For they make you dizzy.
Look through another:
Sharp images, perfect!
No more blurry faces.
Look through yet another pair:
Nothing has changed.
Lenses, glasses.
They're all different.
Author notes
We had to write a poem about individuality using an object as a metaphor. I was wondering what object to use, when my eyes fell on my glasses. And so, this came to be.
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