I have forgotten who i am,
That we are nothing but paintings,
Fit inside golden frames,
And nothing is as it seems,
Yet, we choose to speculate,
When we should spectate,

If i could say what i have seen,
You'd be very surprised,
Even more so, confused,
The vast horizons, you can delve into,
The beauty and the horror i saw,
It is the true nature of the world,
It is the very essence of truth.

Now that it is clear,
what is intended, i know,
It is simply the easiest,
Of all things to do,
But only the bravest,
Are burdened by these trials,
Cause the world is not only blind,
All the deaf ears are eavesdropping too.