Through Different Eyes

It's a nice day, but I can't afford it

To see the world through different eyes

Not burdened by worry

Free to see colours in all their glory

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Along this path on my way to work

A guiding constraint for what awaits

Trapped free in this prison

Slave to a paycheck, subservient to rent

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A brief moment of freedom as I walk

I see the greens of the world

Luscious and lapping the streets

I see blues tuning into the morning late

Stretching out for the long day ahead

I see earthy browns rooted in the ground

Reaching up to grasp green friends

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My eyes lie to me

This is someone else's world I am seeing

Someone with time and money to enjoy it

I just suffer a ticking clock and push hopes uphill

Only to see them slip beyond my grasp and roll away.