How come when I awake I see this world through two-toned eyes; one see’s the good in this world, the other see’s the worst; out come fading away what good there is.
How come when I blink my eyes it goes from dark to light, seeming as if it we’re being viewed from two-toned eyes seeing the people I know as good people out of one, the other as evil people out to make my life worse.
Or when I cry I see the world so blue but when I smile I see the world so bright, red as if I noticed the truth of happiness, sadness as if seen through two-toned eyes.
It’s like when I wanna give up I see the world so grey, cold, but when I want to keep going for others, myself, ’cause they give me the strength I see the world yellow as if looking through two-toned eyes.
Or the times when it gets better the world looks so green, I smile with joy then times get worse, I fall to my knees, cry again seeing a darker shade of black at this world image as if seen through two-toned eyes.
When I also just don’t know what to see, I’m scared I see this world out of one eye blue, the other black though when I have hope, I’m not scared I see this world blue, red as if seen through two-toned eyes.
I truly see this world through two-toned eyes, sometimes red/blue, blue/red or yellow — red or blue or all black or all white or just yellow with white or black ’cause I see this world through two-toned eyes.