Roses

I wear a monocle
It's tinted rose
Just the one eye.
One side of my nose.

I could get the other one
Then I could see
A world that was tinted
Completely.

But I'd rather not
And keep my feet here,
On the ground and firm.
Skip the fear.

A monocle is fine.
It's fair even.
A skewed vision is good.
A semblance of reason.

I'm swaying, agreed.
The guiles of a beautiful color.
But I hope the wind
Won't topple me over.