I see what I see because it's in me.
Reality distorts through my eye’s prism,
for what is is at war with past psyche
and the need to breed parallel phantoms.

As light in deep space bends from gravity,
or planet in hurtling orbit moves space,
or uncertainty in quantum tiny,
so projection warps the true real apace.

Dark clouds conceal the clear light of the sun,
and the weather is always changeable.
Feelings and thoughts cloud simple perception,
and one’s mood is commonly unstable.

Gift of mind to intuit connections,
curse of mind to cling to recollections.