What view do you need to see,
From your marble balcony?
Hill and trees, sun and shade,
A painted landscape that you have made.
Have you seen the other view,
From those who look up at you?
Is their world the same as yours,
Have you walked with them outdoors?
Through rose-coloured glasses what do you see,
Your picture-perfect reality?
Do you know where your blind spot lies,
Does it take you by surprise?
When you gaze out and drink your view,
Do you feel refreshed, renewed?
Does it fill you and make you whole
The view from the balcony of your soul?