Look up, and you see fortresses of gold;
Cotton white as pearls, fairytales of old.
Look down, and you see disease and despair;
A stench of death, existence in filthy air.
As you turn to the giant sky of blue,
You realize that each story you see unfolds in front of you.
Your mind gives to you the strength to make the scroll,
To provide an illusion of what you lack down below, Control.
If you look in a mirror, what you see is what you are,
But if you could perceive yourself through glass, couldn't what you see be true?
You glance at reality, and make up your mind.
To travel where you are happy, to leave your suffering behind.
Just as you spread your angelic wings and prepare to take to air;
You think "Was what I saw really up there?"
A Poem on Perception.
-Suraj Suryanarayanan
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