Is it just the light, Or is it something else I see.
Is it the casting of this light, Or dust in my eyes.
Is it how a shadow falls, Or just noise to my sight.
Is all this a childs pull toy, Or a remedy sight unseen.
Is all this just an imagination, Or one running away.
Is all this for time and word, Or something fore seen.
Or can it be my eyes are widely shut closed.
And I see with a view of sight that's been anewed.
I exsist therefore I do
Sheilah Say
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