We see what we want to Encouraged by experience Justified by perception Blinded to the facts Distorted by mind Through the prism of Convenience The truth, however Still lies out there Naked Just like the Kings Clothes
A world of endless possibilities Filled with permutations And combinations Of everything that could have been Or maybe not If and only if you had held onto Or let go of With thoughts running amok Of what has come to be Or maybe not Caught in the illusions of mind (Maybe)