Nothing we see here is real
It's all filtered

First through our eyes
Reflected light
Sending signals to the brain
Where an image is produced

Then we must perceive it
All of the thoughts and feelings
From years of life
Decide the reaction to what is seen

Nothing is objective
We're our own propaganda machine
Extinguishing what hurts
Letting in what's clean

Yet
Some people are so sure
In what they see
And feel

They can tell you
Exactly how it should be
And what was once here
What is real

You see different than what I see?
Sinful? Wrong?
Broken? Incomplete?

Repeat after me
All that you see is
All that you see
And that's got nothing to do with me