The chair is the chair
And I’m sitting on it though it feels soft this time
The sun is the sun half covered by the clouds
Which are just clouds
And there are the drops of rain
Which is the rain made of drops
And though, everything feels and looks different –
Ugliness transformed into beauty
Darkness into light
This time even the grass is greener on my side
So I wonder – is it possible for the world to change?
If yes – why is it only me who can see it and catch?
Or is it just about me?
My new perception of reality
My insight which died to be born again
So pure and clear,
To let me see the world its true way