Life Through a Glass

We may not necessarily see life in its fullest glory or spectrum, yet there is always a lingering beauty making it worth its while.

I see my world through a filter

Something that hides part or all

I sometimes have glimpses of the whole,

Only for them to fade behind its wall

What I can see now is beauty,

But I am forced to know there's more

While uncertain if it is much darker

I am assured there's much in store

I often wonder what may lie beyond,

These walls that hide my view

Only tales and rumors I have heard,

But I doubt these men have a clue

Why these extra truths have been hidden,

That I may never find or deduce

But it lets enough in for me to live,

So I suppose it has served its proper use