You're blind or Farsighted?

You couldn't see what I did see

I was with that plant and you were standing on that tree

I saw it withered, dull, and almost decaying in the dirt

You said it was all fine and it never actually got hurt

It was calling out to you too; a help or some cure?

But how would you help it? When you weren't even sure!

You said you could see it dancing but it was the dance of despair

I could see its ache, all that pain in its glare

Sometimes, I wonder if you wear a mask or you're blind for real.

It's almost at its death and you say, "What's the deal?"

Oh, maybe not blind—but farsighted? Don't Lie!

If not... How can't you see 'poor-plant'? The gloom in its eye

When it starts to break apart, it looks for you

"You still didn't get it"? Is this true?

My heart is that plant and your blindness is that tree

You stand on your tree while my heart breaks, you see?

You've left me unhealed, unsealed, and unyield

Are you even standing with me in my field?

Frame of references? Ever heard of that?

I studied that and now, they seem like a fact

You are standing in a frame of a blurred way

While my frame shows me my broken side of the clay

My heart was decaying, would you mind showering it?

Your frame had a mirror, but the mirror had only you,

Where was I in your frame—hidden, or unseen too?

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It's just that We studied 'Relativity and Frames of references' at college , So...

Let me know your thoughts :)