Smeared Lenses

Through smeared lenses I see the World,

The reality though is clear,

I have no need to speak its name,

For now, let’s call it fear,

We cower and avoid ourselves,

We’re wrapped up in our beds,

But the scariest of monsters are,

The ones inside our heads.

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