Why does it seem, That the days end brings night A memory of a time when Blind eyes received sight
Thoughts fight for my conscious mind Waging war against themselves for my sanity, my peace. In a flash my eyes are open, My mind is in a whirl.
Struggling to bring my thoughts to peace Yet relying on them to reveal truth, But it seems my reality is Only the truth which my mind accepts it to be. Or so it seemsβ¦
Suddenly in that moment My realization dawns, Truth is lost in oneβs perception And perception will lose in its ever present battle with something. The opinion of someone who can do no more than to assume.