Funny it seems to me,

That all people believe,

Hold to ideas that are so wrong,

Thought truthfully strong.

Sitting behind their invisible walls,

They think everyone else so false.

Without mirrors to see,

Without the desire to believe,

They live in deceit,

And will never retreat.

Never will they run,

All they do is shun,

Flee to fabricated reality,

And curse what must be.

Can’t they see, don’t they know,

Will they let anyone show,

Explain what really exists,

What life really depicts.

All live behind walls, screens,

Bulwarks that can only be seen,

Be revealed through mirrors,

Or seen by peers.

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