Perception

I’m discouraged; frightened;
I’m totally alone;
my sensitivity, heightened;
never feeling at home.

I’m constantly changing
who I am;
while the world’s rearranging
all that it can.

Everything outside,
all looks the same;
but truth wants to hide;
with no one to blame.

Yet nothing’s the same;
it never will be;
for it’s reality’s game;
and the target is me.

All that is out there
is not as it seems;
but why should I care;
for it’s only my dreams.

All things we believe;
merely mirror reflection,
of that we perceive:
all thought; projection.

I’m living in fear;
but why should I care;
for all that is here;
is not really there.

All truth wants to hide;
and evade all detection;
it’s illusions we ride;
for all life is perception.