Oh what I see,
What I see it to be,
What I perceive,
What I dream,
Oh what I thought it to be.

What I see,
Not what I saw,
What they think,
But not thought.

Oh the devilish thing
When it hits you
It hits you with a bang
The one thing.

The sight of a rose
A red rose
Cowering under a dense canopy of leaves
Leaves in a endless forest
Is it really red
How could you know what you've seen
Seen what you believed you see
Not what you saw.

A world turned upside down
Hoped to be righted
A thought of feeling swept the minds,
Wronged once more
Then righted again
Like a click of a lock
Or the crack of light,
Light that streams through a door.

Seeing is believing
But are we truly perceiving,
Perceiving the knowledge of our very beings.
We erase our problems
In reality everything sticks around
We are a brick in a solid wall
Is believing really seeing
Are we the right in the wrong
The upside in the downside
The answer in the question
The thought in the mind
The see in the sight
The voice in the silence
The meaning in things small
The black in the white
The sight in the blind
The message in the song
The red in the rose
The rose in the trees
The rose weʼll never see
The colorless rose in which we perceive to be red
Is it?

I think not.