See Through You

I can see. See through you. I can see right through you. Through your false ambitions and your unreal truths. I can see right through you. You are clear as the crystal that sits in the old lady's hutch. You are as clear as the blue ocean that crash the beaches of the Caribean. You are as clear as the glass panes on the windows of the White House. You are as clear as the glasses on the face of the young boy sitting in his math class. You are clear. I can see right through to the other side. The other side with falling dreams and crushed pineapple. Crushed pineapple? Pineapple? Pineapple! Pineapple sundae.