Rose-Tinted Glasses

My mama bought me rose-tinted glasses

Just like her mama did for her

A comfortable retreat it was

Apart from it occasionally pressing on my cheekbones

You may pass judgment on me

But my ears even heard a background viola just fine

My tongue tasted the fruits in wine

There are both rose-tinted dreamers and housewives

More of the latter

What helps them live in monochromatic worlds is just that

The selective monochrome

Less unconscious optimism, more conscious oblivion

It helped me for two decades until I tried on three-dimension glasses

Now a holistic symphony shivers up my spine

My existential dread floats in my glass of wine

Three-dimension glasses broke the crevices of mine

And as my pupil and the space between the cracks align

My eye reveals colors so divine