Poem: Your Eyes First

What you see in the dark
colors at the ends of
the spectrum
Shadows and shades
that aren't really there.

Or are they?
Your mind detects
what could be
what should be
not always what is.

Can you trust
what your senses tell you?
Do you need
to rely on others
to make sense of the world?

Blind leading the blind
stumbling about, drunk
and hoping that you
run into something familiar
something natural.

Trust your instincts.
They will guide you true.
Take whatever you see
judge every illusion
make your own decision.