· Perception ·

All that is dark is not gloomy,
All that is bright is not necessarily light.
All that you hear is not true,
All that you see is not factual.

I cannot help but stop and look at the cold moon.
A moon is intense, a moon is inhumane,
It is dark and mysterious.
Yet, a moon is perfect.

The hazy daylight sings like an outdoor air
Are you upset by how faint it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the daylight so addled?
Are you afraid, that everything that you have learned,
Till now was never the veracity.
That your life has lost its connotation?

Yet now you are conflicting
The dusk, when it’s so definite
Questions the integrity of your own morals.
Thus, life takes a different road,
Yet the destination is the same.
It’s the perception that varies,
The truth is the equivalent.

Your ideals and his,
His thoughts and her,
They maybe same they me be different.
But everyone is real
So, learn to accept
And respect
‘Cause it’s our perception.
Both dawn and dusk are beginnings.