The lament of innocence

I awoke today.
I opened my eyes
For the very first time.

I saw a veil
Behind it I dared not look
For embellishing with truth,
is not as summoning
as the warmth of ones desires.

Oh, to know...
That such beauty
as the one imprinted in my brain
is only a delusion.
In which colder forms of reality
Hide inside eye-grabbing colored boxes.
It's awakening like the cries of a starving child,
and as loud as the lament of innocence.