Where does perception lay its head
when thoughts abound see
what it is that suits the need,
where does it go to hang its head
changing the mask to suit
the challenge
the war within.
What do you see
what do I see
and what lies in between the colors
black to grey
to white to silent
to empty space that lays like a field
burrowed under
and void
of sight and thought
where is perception then
a thought in the fragile head
lost deep below the waters
that drown
the spirit like a poem never born
before being tossed away
as unworthy of sight of eyes that see
the mirrored self
And nothing else
perception still
a mystery.
