What do you think this poem "Blurry" is about? Not seeing beauty, feeling alone, or some other meaning? Let me know in comments below, and I'll reveal the meaning...
I stood there, in the middle of blurry faces with blurry smiles,
Talking blurry all the while -
I stood there, clear as day,
Wondering what was there to say
As I stare out the window of my soul.
Rain drops clouding this perception –
Now, tainted glass I can’t see passed.
But I think beauty must exist out there,
Because in here, is the color of my fears.
Clear as the picture they must see -
But beyond this foggy window,
Is a sure cluster of colors,
Smeared like paint on murals of abstract ideas -
I wonder if those blurry faces have fears -
Because from here, I can’t see their tears.
But clearly, a stream runs down my face,
And this salt I can taste,
Tasteful as those painted murals,
And doesn’t that paint look so beautiful from here?
Smeared like those blurry smiles on blurry faces.
I think my vision just might be tainted.
A beautiful blur of colors out there,
But when I wipe away this salty stream,
How much beauty is there left to see?