My Rose colored glasses

As the timepiece of deception
sits upon my wrist,
bringing to close another hour
I unjustly gaze through rose colored glasses.

Rampant are the doldrums
stagnation, dead calms, encapsulating every unknowing thought.
I decieve myself,
gripping the chance to attain beauty,
of a life not seen without rose colored glasses.

Catastrophic, names the day I peer into reality, father time ripping the blanket of present.
Misanthropic defines the way, I now refuse to exist.
Realizing this disposition,
I regain my position,
facing the forefront, with rose colored glasses.

Earthly impasses, are but an embelished falsetto,
concealed amongst relentless chiors, of falsifiers;
forever, belting hymns of hollow mockery,
and rhythms of disdain, and reliance.
Agitate the symphony of reality,
placing upon the face of existance, mine, rose colored glasses.

For the truth be tought,
ignorance is the learned, if blinded by the world.
Such the real be sought,
rose colored glasses, bought
with the price of thine circumstance surrounding this day,
The time piece of deception defies once more,
rose colored glasses, but a blink away.