At times like this
it’s clear that we see the world
in violently different ways.
You see these broad vivid colors
sharp and bright
with little nuance visible between them.
I see the world
that is actually here before us.
I see what is on our plane of existence.
I see the real.

I’m not disparaging
your delusional view of things
– sometimes, I even envy it
like one appreciates how the noble savage
can live a life
without a watch
or responsibilities
or pants.
To me, sometimes,
you are that pantsless baboon
who can not understand shades
or subtlety
or existence.

I respect you
and your simple ways,
really I do.
It’s charming
but, if you can,
try to grow up.