The Forlorn Poet

What do you see when you look at me?

What is your reality? Your vision? Your fear?

Do you simply accept that which appears before you?

Or do you question it?

Does it look suspicious?

I would think the day a person cannot trust their own eyes is not something to look forward to.

Yet we live it every day.

Constantly wondering.

Constantly guessing.

Constantly asking ourselves: What IS real?

The question seems to get more complex

As the years go by.

For all my knowledge and wisdom,

I do not have a good answer for you.

I suppose you will have to look at the designs of the universe.

And draw your own conclusion.