Prejudice

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,

without prejudice…

To let me see the world its true way