It's a dance of shadows in the flickering light,  
Where truth bends softly, hiding out of sight.  
Each step I take, the ground beneath me shifts,  
Reality is woven in perception's drifts.  

I see the world through a fractured glass,  
Every shard reflecting a different past.  
What’s clear to you is hazy to me,  
We’re both locked in, yet each holds the key.  

Through my eyes, the sky might not be blue,  
But a swirling mix of a different hue.  
You see the dawn, I feel the night,  
Both are real, yet neither's right.  

In this labyrinth where echoes deceive,  
What’s false is true if I believe.  
But in the silence, where all thoughts collide,  
There lies a truth we cannot hide.  

So here I stand, on this narrow ledge,  
Between what is and what I pledge.  
It’s high nigh oh my, this point of view,  
Knowing it’s only my perspective—what a virtue!