Image

Every image that we see Are visions that just came to be Once its light invades the eye That frame of time begins to die... To perceive the very next Is common sense not intellect So if it starts to look the same then never try to change its name... Just amend your point of view So you can filter what is true And not be blinded by a glare That waits for blinks to disappear... Watch the frames in their succession It may bring forth a confession So you're likely to believe The image one proclaims to be...