Am I seeing things because
There are several white clouds
Painted on the sandy-colored wall
That weren't there before
Is my brain a receptacle
Or a generator when my eyes
Lie to me and I believe them
I get to choose from a schedule
Of realities which one to take
Some departing some arriving
But am I seeing you
Trusting in your many disguises
That I may not stray
Too far from your eyes
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