Gosh, o my, and where am my glasses?
I ask, but I trust you will not know, is that correct Mister Wells?
I know I had them last but then I put them down,
Now, the only thing I can see is a sea of desperation.
They brought me joy, and amusement as I walked through the light,
they were my fondest companions, the two lenses.
Now, darkness falls upon the land,
Yes, they had a name, of course true but “One”.
And they were mine, and only mine, but now all I see
is desperation and humiliation to accompany my walk.
But then I learned how to get along without “One”.
My glasses are here, I can imagine them and create them
out of thin air.
Yes, they have a name of course true but “One”.
The Odyssey 