PERFECT

Our eyes see just a coloured view
Of blacks and whites projected
through,
Our ever hopeful willing minds
That seek a path in hopes to find

Connections that will walk our
way
Make rainbows of a lonely day
And hold our hands in hopes to gain,
A foothold on the happy train

For life is such a scary place
The black too black, the white
unsafe
Yet still our hopeful eyes project
The coloured prisms of perfect

M P 26/9/21