I feel like I close my eyes and walk into a light
I feel like I close my eyes and walk into a light,
But oh no that’s not what they see.
Feeling doesn’t translate into what the scene looks like;
Its trace is invisibility.
Where can I find proof to show you
That this truly is the best
When this removes the need for show,
For being appropriately dressed?
No photographs will capture, no neighbors be impressed,
No mansions will be bought from it, no footprints will be left.
No knowledge will support it, no logic will agree.
Until you jump into the kingdom in the air yourself
Anything I say of it will make no sense to thee
And even if I talk for days it will all sound like lunacy.
All I could say, though it won’t help, would be, “believe you me.”
The world gauges happiness by judging appearance,
But happiness would never ask that a photo
Be taken and displayed to have itself validated.
How can you see what doesn’t put on a show?
My conviction could flip, I could walk off a cliff,
But what can I do? By what else can I go?
Maybe only cold hard reason;
Maybe this will be my lesson.