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...
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