You were my favorite frame of glasses,
But you were weak and
Blurred my interpretation of the world.
My eyes have gotten worse and
You couldn't adapt to the changes.
Now you have me bumping into walls and dotting myself with bruises;
Running into the arms of people I don't recognize.
I'm walking on the sky and reaching for the ground.
You've flipped everything that was supposed to make sense.
You used to help me see the direction I was meant to be.

-I guess the prescription just got old.