When My Glasses Come Off

Tonight we were out driving around (my wife was driving, I was the passenger) and I told her I didn't know what I was going to post here. She suggested I do something about lights. So, to make things more interesting, I took off my glasses and enjoyed a very pretty (and blurry) ride home.

When my glasses come off of my face

The city’s a much better place

All the dirt disappears

And the lights become spheres

Gently glowing and floating in space

It’s especially pretty at night

When the mixture of darkness and light

Sets the world all ablaze

With kaleidoscope haze

And it’s all thanks to myopic sight