Chained to these walls I can see only the shadows The fire gives light to these dark silhouettes I call them by their names Puppets, people, or books. They're my company and must be real. I perceive only what I see. Silhouettes and shadows that are real to me. I force myself to turn My shackles are tight I embrace the company of my companions Puppets, people, and books. I know them by no other names.