Images you (P)refer

You've looked from afar for so long now
And seen with short sighted hooded eyes
that squint from too much time spent trying
to know the shape of the sun
And when you do decide to glance this way
You think you know what you are looking at
But your left brain has shaded the right brains preference
And your perspective is in fact a small collection
of ancient ideas and fallen idols
that you've made up and knocked down
more than once
as you've stumbled and swayed and fallen
And with the developing space behind your eyes
being soaked in whiskey and mistrust
New pictures are cast into old light
And images are tainted thus