Dilate

It's not so much that our eyes decieve ,

Nor does the nature of existence change,

Then how do some so effortlessly live,

While other count days till death.

Sure, circcumstance is the obvious correlation,

But this shallow view misses the point,

Because we all have circumstantial deprivation,

For human nature makes it as such.

For those full of life, you are immersed in light,

Your pupils are small and tight,

But you struggle to see the small miracles,

For there is too much light to reign in.

But for those whose world is surrounded by dark,

you've been given the power to mend broken hearts.

Your pupils have adjusted and you can see the smallest of lights,

The hope amidst darkness,

To sleep through the night.