ROSE-COLORED GLASSES

You dream with eyes wide open
dream through pupils that glisten
like onyx oceans.

We, so old and tainted
trained to look but not truly see
shake heads
shrug shoulders
and chalk you up to naivety.

Time will laden your wings
eventually
and trivialize your stuggle;
lo, behold the moment you finally realize
the world has enough poets.

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