When we wake to find each morning new
We question not what we see and do
And to go about our daily tasks
Of which no one watching would ever ask
Of the why and the how come
We toil til the day is done
But what if all the things I do
Were right to me but to others untrue
Of all my certainty and sanity
Were not the right of society?
Would the meanings of my words
Be lost like the chirping of birds?
Would the images my eyes take in
Be the same view as of my kin?
Would my thoughts be perceived
As any other would believe?
We take everything for granted
Please forgive me if I’ve ranted
But if what is certain to me
Be not found in other’s sanity
Then might the same be just as right
If what you see is not in my sight
There may be no one here but me
But am I real for you to see
The paradox of reality at this time
Is only the perceptions of a single mind
The injection for all of my senses
Is just the momentary reality of what is