Do you see what I see

I wish there was some kind of medicine that could cure people of short sightedness.  Glasses only correct eyes, but there is a world of thinking behind those eyes.

Most people have a "company" side of themselves that they put out to the world, a side that is safe to show but superficial in many respects.  Get closer to them and the real person starts to appear. 

Once in a blue moon I am shocked at the monster behind the mask, but most of the time I am in awe at the softness and beauty curled up behind that grown up face.  There are truly evil people in this world, but there are many more surprisingly good and sometimes even extraordinary people closer to me than I ever dreamed possible.

Given half a chance faces turn towards the light and become beacons themselves. Then every day words can weave themselves into songs.  Songs like magic cloaks that, instead of making their wearers invisible, bring the world into better focus.

Fairy tales and myths are rich but reality sometimes staggers my imagination and I wish the world could see what I see.