He went back outside
Into the harsh light of day.
He constructed a new way to look at the world,
Which is why he wore wired rims
That that held corrective lenses,
But not ones that helped him see closer
Or farther away,
Rather, lenses that flipped the world upside-down,
And reflected the sun’s rays.
In his own desired ways.
The others with their sunglasses mocked his hindered vision
As he stumbled around at first,
But when his eyes adjusted
To the way he wanted to see,
His view of the world changed greatly-
The freedom of living
Is not the cost of toys.
And real sweet dreams
Outshine the black of closed lids.
The clock was not stealing me away,
But taking me to where I did not know
The destination was skewed
By the blinding truth
That the clock took me
To where I truly needed to go.
And with the help of my lenses
I can withstand the outdoors.
The others only try to dim it.
I can now clearly see
The clock counting up.
I do not fear the clocks hands pulling me in
Because I can now hold its hands
In happy anticipation.
I know now that lovers
Remain not for need, but for jubilation.
All of my questions
Have already been answered,
But all the answers are the same.
So next time I am confused
About who, what, when,
Where, why, and how,
I will always have one answer:
He was now an adult.