I’ve found the sacred spectacles
That open the portal to things unseen.
And every morning, I put them on my nose
And stare out a world reborn.
And if you want,
I’ll conjure you a pair
From my sacred imagination.
And there. Now they’re yours.
Just believe that it is so.
Believe that things are not what they appear
And you’re halfway there. It’s your choice.
You can keep seeing the world
Through darkened eyes
Or start to believe
That there is something more.
And if you can imagine a brighter world,
If you can refuse to see it
As anything less,
Then you have found the sacred spectacles.
