What You See Is Not Always What You See
Sitting alone in a bar one night I watched
A man leaving stumble as he reached the door
Unbalanced, he slipped and fell to the floor
Dead drunk, sobbing, plainly aching and worn
The male drinkers grinned and saw comedy
Women drinkers frowned and saw stupidity
I eyed the mishap with sympathy and clarity
Perceiving misery, giving support with objectivity
We all harbor internal traits some would deny exist
Not discussed or admitted that we try to resist
But a Third Eye is a gift that should be treasured
Its value cannot be scientifically measured
It’s intrinsic worth is that it seeks and finds truth
The Eye rejects easy answers, it looks for proof
Of the source that triggers commonplace incidents
Effectively evading the façade framing human events
A Third Eye doesn’t see the future, it cannot predict
It’s a precious tool absent threat or conflict
A gift bestowed by a nameless, mystifying entity
What you see is not always what you see.
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