My eyes are the windows

I look out and not in and I see utter insanity
based on the lies of living with others lies
this country is full of half baked notions
of nothing nothing at all silly meaningless
screwed up logic devoid of any heart ness
It must be because we live under the snow

I look in and I see a wondrous beauty a
a divine light of pure clean crystal joy
that is for my being born in the land
of fairies and little people dancing and
singing in amongst the hawthorn trees
the tree of the the heart the tree of faith