There is a sense that nothing is real, here.
This is but a reflection in a pond,
surrounded by a garden of plants
mostly indiscernible with regard to anything
except shapes so vague,
we rarely agree on what they represent.

Perspective shifts with the tides,
leaving us guessing as to whether it’s a mermaid
or a seal
When all the time it was both.

Limited by vision
I believe everything I see!
used to be the rallying cry of the logical mind
but now they don’t even believe that,
choosing instead to believe everything they think
even when they know it’s wrong.