'Runglasses'

It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see. - Thoreau

Second fiddle.

Caught in the middle.

A dusty book on the bottom shelf.

Never liking myself.

Living in denial.

Without ever having been to Egypt.

All my life.

I ran away.

Retreating to reclusiveness.

Hybernating in hypochondria.

Sporting rose-colored glasses.

Now I can't get out.

It's dark and I don't like what I see.

Waiting to get a piece of me.

Where do I go now to flee

from these charades

and more importantly ...

... where did I put my shades? ...

Author's Note

"When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality." - Thoreau