In those aberrant years, there were some of my "aberrations".

I had firm beliefs,
I never blinked.

A rainbow,
Floating in the fountain,
Cast tender glances at the passers-by.
I blinked
And it became a coiled serpent.

A clocked,
Mounted on a church,
Quietly ticked away the hours.
I blinked—
And it became a deep well.

Red Flowers,
Blooming on the silver screen,
Danced excitedly to the spring wind.
I blinked
And they became a pool of blood.

To maintain my firm beliefs,
I keep my eyes wide open.