Some see it stark, in black and white
And some in seductive shades of gray
Yet others say, it's made of light
And there are those who swear it's clay
Some silent in their knowledge stand
At dawn, beyond both night and day
And some in ecstatic ignorance
Swirl like dancing autumn leaves
Before the winds of circumstance
And blissful in existence, sway
Reflected do some see it on
The silvered mirror of polished thought
And some in the turmoil of the soul
When once the heart and mind have fought
Some behold its beauty in
The dark deep recess of your eyes
And some experience, stark, the terror
Screams that chill their blood to ice
Some see loving strokes, the canvas
Flesh on which the artist traced
His love and life and fear and pain
And pride and pity, both misplaced
Some see hate, and flames that rise
Majestic, headstrong, proud and bold
And some see pain and grief entwined
In strands of laughter, stark and cold
The universe is but a picture formed
In different shades of reality
That merge and mingle, mix and blend
All myriad roads to a common end
So all who see these various sights
Behold but what they believe to be
And believe that what they behold is true
But you see you, and I see me
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