You see strange shadows in your eyes
There is nothing, the test says
You feel several silhouettes in your mind's arenas
There is nothing, the world says
But are they really illusions?
Maybe Sometimes, but not always.
Only you know there are reasons
And the scars made by unseen wounds
For the brain to construct shapes
Along with the darkness playing games
Your world is yours
Owned by only your consciousness
There solely you have to deal with all these ghosts
No one else can share these unique experiences
Trying to tell and share these strange feelings
Is a futile effort like chasing mirages
For other peoples' microcosms are theirs
And don't always tally with yours!