I’ve found the sacred spectacles

That open the portal to things unseen.

And every morning, I put them on my nose

And stare out a world reborn.

And if you want, 

I’ll conjure you a pair

From my sacred imagination.

And there. Now they’re yours.

Just believe that it is so.

Believe that things are not what they appear

And you’re halfway there. It’s your choice.

You can keep seeing the world 

Through darkened eyes

Or start to believe

That there is something more.

And if you can imagine a brighter world,

If you can refuse to see it

As anything less,

Then you have found the sacred spectacles.