I look at the world,
Through the walls of the bubble
With which I have surrounded myself.

I do not reflect what I see
But what I have been fed,
A glistening distortion.

Though when the light catches,
There are rainbows
And things of beauty,

I do not look at the world
You created
Or even the one we have made.

My view shows pantomime villains,
Impossible willowy figures
And misses so much.

My prayer is for release
From conforming to
My likeness of this world.

Ignorant of what I ask,
Before I can recant,
I give you my amen.