The trees above me overlap like the lives of the people we meet
The gaps between the leaves leave shapes only seen through a single perspective
We can only see the ideals we see through the people we meet, but we must change
I take off my glasses to see the leaves to see the leaves with my raw sight, and suddenly I can see more than I did before.
As the branches blur I see a shape only I can see, without any other’s filter
I can suddenly see my own ideals and creations, influenced by me and me alone
I am now me