Optimism

Optimism
Prism of perception
Shedding light into the darkest places

The blinded cluttered mind
Is paralyzed by shrouds of doubt
Clouded by uncertainty
Fear behind the eyes
Stains the view when looking through
Clearly my demise
Neglecting change when change is due

Even from the cage we choose
Where our thoughts will wonder to
Even from our vaulted wounds
Residing still has sides to move
Abiding by the faulty angles
Filtered by the things we knew
A tainted, tangled, mangled view

Sight relies on lines of thought
Then replies by what we choose
Designed to trick the mind
In thinking--
What once was old
Has been made new
Brokenness aside
Hope is never far
From the shifting of our eyes

Optimism
Prism of perception
Shining light into the darkest places
The pivot point of change
Finding purpose in the pain