Things aren’t always what they seem


Reflections distort reality
we see what we see
but our impressions are colored
by our own vision
that which is in our brain
see the beauty
touch the colors
know that what you say
isn’t what they see
understand the colors
that touch a heart
are not the colors
that cut to the quick
distorted by the demons
that haunt
believe that the colors
that dance in the reflections
are only in your reality