The Lens of Possibility

A fogged-up glass, a dusty pane,

Had shaped your world in narrow frame.

What once you saw as set in stone

Was but illusion, not your own.

Through tinted lens you watched the sky,

And wondered why your wings won’t fly.

The edges closed, the colors dim,

A muted song, a stifled hymn.

But lift the lens, replace the view—

The world will paint itself anew.

The sky expands, the shadows shift,

The soul receives a needed lift.

What once was limit, now is flight,

What once was darkness floods with light.

The path ahead, no longer small,

Unfolds into a boundless sprawl.

For when perception clears its haze,

You walk through doors of brighter days.

And every dream you thought was done

Becomes a rising, burning sun.

So change the lens, release the veil,

Set sail beyond the known detail.

The world will mirror what you see—

Infinity through clarity.