Visions

What I look at, what I see;
how different will those two things be.
I see the world through my own eyes;
what I perceive is my own lies.
Each one of us sees our own way,
the meaning of life through the day.
My truth is mine; it’s what I see.
It’s all how I want it to be.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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