They are seeing the world through "beer goggle eyes,"
Where dimentia forms they're reality.

Quick to point a finger that is crooked as can be,
But I see four pointing back, while only one towards me.

Triing to pass judgements on just who we are,,
Thinking that your this and I am that,
When maybe I am this and you are that.

The reality of it all is, there is no reality!
It changes in each set of "beer goggle eyes."

Where Rea;ity is no longer realistic,
But just another blurred vision.

P.S. This poems message is to invite people to realize that reality is a forever changing state of mind. If you were to look through a clear mug filled with beer, everything would be discolored and distorted, every thing and every motion you make or that happens around you causes a new ripple, distorting what you see. Lifes events can cause the same effect, changing your perception of reality.