Everything visible is reflecting light,
Some manufacture their own, some borrow from the wild
Nevertheless, you catch them all
All i need to do is point
And you take care of the paint
Since i was 10 I needed help to paint,
Colors were vivid, but each point corresponded to more than it needed to
So i used lenses, so I needn't squint nor strain
What started off a window, evolved to become a shield
A separation between me and everything I saw
Today I try raising the shield
See what the world looks like, unassisted
In doing so I open myself to the risk
Of the window being half open
or more worryingly, never quite see the same
I hope I read you shieldless, the other side
But if not, this was a risk you accepted, and one you will live with