Perception
Why do people see me
Only as they wish?
Why do people disregard
This special kind of gift?
Why don't they see
The right kind of me?
Isn't it obvious?
Didn't you know?
Perception is what
Forces this so
Life grows weary
Like a game
No time for fame
People come
People go
No one can
Strike as low
As low as the bow
That hit the doe
The doe that became
The meal of the king
The king that started
Perpetual swing
The swing that began
The mystical dream
The dream of the day
That people would see
Would see the real me